INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

To Bridge that gap Between breath and beat Connect the thought, Unleash the heat. Stab my pen Through paperous pores, My passions bleed, The words write, "MORE!" Hot tingles touch, Caress my veins, Spiral sweetly, Feel The Unnamed— Flood myself with quickened blush As words fall away In gasping rush Unbridled, Pure, and Uncontrolled. Unconscious whispers Yet untold. Mind writhes, heart wrings, Struggling to find The strength to capture My true mind. Day in, daze out, just out of reach desperately thirsting For release. Each love, each pain Surge, live, and flow The ache to learn, To stretch, to grow. To KNOW what's ALWAYS been inside. To dig it out And make it fly. It's there--I. FEEL. IT. Consuming me-- How to hold it, Set it free? I stretch and linger In the flame. Glowing. Stronger… Yet the same. Tidal me gently Shudders of truth Met dreams of woman, While soul burst in youth. My feverish spirit Smolders...

So…. Here we go again… Yes, again. Reality hurts-- slow me down climbing the stairs click pavers hard under heel grudge me grab the door and pull me away from my senses into…. Closer, getting closer… turn and RUN-- Get OUT Get OUT Get OUT!!! Shouting silently pull the door to me bracing self against worn iron bar that's handling One last breath of fresh— Can I handle this struggle inside? Can I hide this revulsion I feel— turning, steele myself against the artificial cooling my face into well-being. for the moment Mind no longer screaming just numb rearrange features into smiling and saying "Good morning" Not in shock just in moving through the doorway that engulfs me in numb Just a job. Twitching lippery turns upward, remembering how to feel in fluorescent light Just a job, not a career-- what a difference…. What do I do with THAT? What would you like me to say? I'm okay? I won't lie, so don't try to mak...