My Darling, Dearest Valentine,
The blushing in my face when I think of you in just a passing thought is like a burning red tidal wave crashing into the too-delicate inner walls of my skin. The soft, pink dam of my cheeks is pushed to the limit, holding in the boiling rush of passion I feel, my very innermost life's blood trying to escape my heart to make more room for the ever-growing pit of love which grows inside, threatening to burst from it's soft, beating human cage.
In a wayward love-struck daydream, as I am now oft to have, my mind wandered from it's task at hand to the image of just a few single whisps of your angel's silken hair. In moments I was torn from my dream to a feeling of almost near-death, for my body had forgotten it's need to sustain itself and it's other physical needs beyond simply it's need for your unearthly love.
My blood itself had stopped in it's busy circular whirring through it's complex maze of tubes and tunnels to pause and swoon at the mere thoguht of you, every bubbling drop waltzing slowly in place, trying to remember what it was like just to be near you.
Would that I might stop my body from it's simple tasks of sustaining life, so that it's smallest, most basic elements might be allowed to distract themselves with the same intensity of love for you that my heart, head, brain, and soul are entwined in at all times; then I might be able to say I show you my love at a noticable fraction of the true amount which haunts my mind, my soul, my all.
There simply is no word for it, no image. no deed. A kiss is an insult, a hug is a travesty, an embrace a shadow of what I might do to realize my emotions in the physical world. Earth and Stone, Flesh and Bone are a prison for my soaring soul.
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Dave
The blushing in my face when I think of you in just a passing thought is like a burning red tidal wave crashing into the too-delicate inner walls of my skin. The soft, pink dam of my cheeks is pushed to the limit, holding in the boiling rush of passion I feel, my very innermost life's blood trying to escape my heart to make more room for the ever-growing pit of love which grows inside, threatening to burst from it's soft, beating human cage.
In a wayward love-struck daydream, as I am now oft to have, my mind wandered from it's task at hand to the image of just a few single whisps of your angel's silken hair. In moments I was torn from my dream to a feeling of almost near-death, for my body had forgotten it's need to sustain itself and it's other physical needs beyond simply it's need for your unearthly love.
My blood itself had stopped in it's busy circular whirring through it's complex maze of tubes and tunnels to pause and swoon at the mere thoguht of you, every bubbling drop waltzing slowly in place, trying to remember what it was like just to be near you.
Would that I might stop my body from it's simple tasks of sustaining life, so that it's smallest, most basic elements might be allowed to distract themselves with the same intensity of love for you that my heart, head, brain, and soul are entwined in at all times; then I might be able to say I show you my love at a noticable fraction of the true amount which haunts my mind, my soul, my all.
There simply is no word for it, no image. no deed. A kiss is an insult, a hug is a travesty, an embrace a shadow of what I might do to realize my emotions in the physical world. Earth and Stone, Flesh and Bone are a prison for my soaring soul.
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Dave
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ericj:
Damn, Dave, I just saw your post on my journal. Sorry I missed it, man. Did you have a good time down here? Next time, e-mail me, these days I check it way more often than I do SG. My e-mail is eric@shrunkenheadstudios.com. I'll try and e-mail you with my phone # as well when I get a second.
mohollyweird:
one thing Dave, kisses are always appropriate!