July 28, 10
I am caught up between an Outer Place called Space;
And the life of normality that some call Earth.
This is a blissful place full of lust & love.
Easy to distinguish from a heart that knows & have experienced both in her own eyes.
I am not stuck, I am not torn.
Unlike fashion, I am not worn.
I feel renewed, reborn.
One glance & smiles fill my face with his love.
Like hugs from afar, I can still feel his presence.
Like art, he is my muse, my painting brush; my created essence.
He knows how to joke around with my heart.
A feeling that couldn't quite be expressed by words, so I endure this art.
I am never fearful of his love,
Never afraid to embrace what he has to share.
Never a price to pay. His heart is a priceless gift.
I encourage his love. His heart.
We are developed, created & adorned.
And from his heart & love. I am not worn.
-QSS
Monday, August 23, 2010
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