posted November 13, 2008 06:05 PM            

What piece(s) did you show him, I wonder?

"almost unattached position and deep concern and involvement"

Yes! That's what happens when you mix Aquarius and Scorpio.

posted November 13, 2008 06:22 PM            

You were so nice. I forgot about our synastry and all that...

If you want a friend on the East Coast...

posted November 14, 2008 04:37 AM              

"Life is sooooooo wierd!!!
Letting people in,
Letting yourself in,
Keeping the world at bay,
Letting it all hang out...

I just want to say that I know I am human.
I am weird and idiosyncratic and the world is my blind-spot, and all that junk...

And my missing link is you
and I want to be a well-rounded human being
but
"To take on the world at all angles requires a strength I can't use" (jeff mangum)
and I "love you for what I am not" (kurt cobain)
and the world needs you to be you
and it needs me to be me,
and he to be he
and she to be she,
and, oh, what a glorious symphony !!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Nobody knows you like I do; your grace, your delicacy, your class. Nobody knows what you show me; what you give me. They may have f----d you, but they never made love to you.
You let them lick the salty shell of your body, but I have been fed from the sweet matter of your soul, and grown strong. You are a part of me forever.
You called me "the sweetest, most understanding man I've ever known". I call you my treasure and my greatest discovery. Always."

Writer's Block
clean white and sexy
she wants me to make my mark
all over her empty face
but I am cuckold by a thousand morons who
scribble and scrawl
their filthy impressions
in the space i cannot fill

she confronts me
blank as an untouched *****
and I can only penetrate her with
the thin tendrils
of my fingering thoughts

my wisdom does not rise in certainty to plumb her depths"

"In the deathly stillness and solitude of this night, your memory haunts me, and I feel my loneliness, my love, revive...
I drift, in a dream, between past and present tense, as your image rises and recedes before my mind's eye...

How you leaned over me in the dark, your head bent, hair soft and silvery in the bare light, and moved. How your body flows in perfect proportions, curves like a river, down into the heart of your bourgeoning c*nt . How your skin welcomes and belongs to my hands. And your lips, like fine calligraphy, taper in graceful serifs. How your bold eyes sparkle, wide and moist, carrying me into your soul... How your pussy held me like a sure hand, imperceptibly guiding me, deep into the core of your love. And I swoon inside you.

My heart grows heavy and weightless, overflowing my chest in many-coloured light; pouring itself like a secret honey out to you. I want more of you, could almost burst into a thousand rays of hungry light, devouring you. Your hands seek out my hands. In the dark, smooth parts of you seek me out where they suspect me. Every tender inch of you becomes more familiar. And I long for you now, as I've longed for you from the beginning. To press my hands into your cheeks, to feel your lips slip over mine, your throat exposed and asking silently to be kissed. And, at once, I am overcome, wanting all of you; wishing I had a thousand hands, a thousand senses, with which to cover you; to feel all of you, and let nothing go to waste.

Your mouth, like a freshly cut fruit, opens to receive my love. I could swallow you almost. And sometimes I seem to. Seem to drink you down into my guts, and feel warmed in the remotest depths of my insides, assimilating you completely. And still hunger grows, and grows so powerful in its fullness, eclipsing the fragile elements of life. And nothing means anything to me now, but to be inside you, and to move where I am wanted, needed, -- where I feel at home, safe, and understood.

You are my darling, in a thousand ways. Your light conforms without effort, in order to grace a thousand unexpected objects; but, always, it is your light; impossible to describe, or to know in its essence; only light, warmth, mercy, charity, forgiveness, constancy.. all of these, and none. This young woman who you are, and the wiser woman you become. They have made some sacred, clandestine pact with me, my soul, and I am mute in gratitude, honor, and humility. My angel. I ache from every part of me. I miss you."

"The heavens didnt open up,
but the clouds parted,
and the sun came out for a while."

These are the ones I particularly liked!

posted November 24, 2008 09:10 PM            

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They may have f----d you, but they never made love to you.

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I can relate to this part. I used to say to myself something like...having had sex and yet never having made love. Those are not the same things! And HSC, you expressed your feelings to your gf and put them down into words so poetically, and with touching sincerity.