Forever Young: 05/07/12

Blog Manifesto

This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Monday, May 7, 2012

day 6.. bianca..

week one and i cant get enough

i consume her..
crave her..
stare at her.. for hours
memorizing the soft swell of her breast..
the lovely curve of her hip..
the sweetness of her profile..
my hands follow my gaze..
my ears filled with the warmth and resonance of her laughter
..her voice
so becoming
so erotic
so filled with emotion.. and humor.. and intellect..

this woman is amazing..
and she wants to be with me. ME.

she has waited for me.

i do not want her to go back home. ever.
i am not maintaining my cool.. i let her know i want her..
she is all acceptance and love and open arms..
she is as unravelled as i.. confides in me.
we talk and i know she wants me as much as i want her..

tomorrow is day 7.. and i dont even want her to go to work.. i dont want to be parted from her..
this is so insanely intense.. i dont know what has come over me.. i have known her for years..

but

i am seeing her with new eyes
i feel fresh
and renewed
awake..
and alive

AND IM HAPPY!

jesus.. just the feeling of having her warmth in the bed next to me every night..
brings me to my knees................. just seeing her stuff next to mine....................
is it too soon to ask her.. what she thinks about..................
............whether she would even consider living.. with me..????

i have to have her. and im freaking out. and yet....... i am calm.

bianca. i love you.