sorry, i had to ...
where in the hell did you come from?
ah well - give it to me while you can.
You have made the air electric -
and for that,
words will be weaved in ways never dreamed.
your beauty,
your agile mind,
your giving spirit,
your relish for life,
your sweetly urgent sexuality,
and the many flaring inconsistencies
drawing me to you
as more than a lover ...
drawing me to you
as philosopher to paradox.
i will ride this wave until it crashes onto land.
And then ...
turn and face the tempest sea
which so generously gave it to me,
weeping in joyful gramercy.
~
7 comments:
good lord i'm a fukkin gaylord...
me thinks i detect some juicy detail eekage
have a nice dinner :)
joyful grammarcy..WTF?
dictionary.
and it's gramercy, wtf.
... i know, archaic word.
but, me = dork
never read olaf's entries after a night of heavy drinking and absolutely do not think you can understand let alone respond with any intelligence especially when you read the word as grammarcy (thought to be a made up word) instead of gramercy...only read while sober and you won't make a dumbass mistake like this.
merci
cool afternoon reflections.
those kick ass.
~
holy shit. at least you're somewhat intelligent, though.
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