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I don't need peace again
or joy for man
My wish is simple comprehend
Easy to understand.
Just one wish
Just one kiss.
One tender kiss from the lips of a dream
One Christmas kiss to let my heart sing
One lasting kiss
from this Christmas
to the next.

Some people go out and buy their dream home, but it isn't a dream home until after you move in and make it one. A dream is never purchased. It finds you in its own time. My joints may be aging and sore, but the legs are still strong from so many years of running from life. So, my dream, I will continue to chase you about, until you find me.

Sometimes it's so close, it seems to be that warm and precious part of me. Sometimes to far away, it seems forever and a day. It doesn't matter to me. Near or far, you are still all I see. Forgive this foolish man, he believes that you are all he needs. Pause for a moment, listen to his hearts whisper. Let its song plant the seeds.

You are still here. Your perfume lingers on my skin. As fingertips slide softly over my lips, and large brown eyes close slowly. Light smells of amber, of rose, of jasmine, of you, wash over like a gentle warm breeze. In an instant, swept away to a past moment, completely wrapped in a memories warmth. I can feel your soft skin, your warm beautiful lines tenderly traced by my adoring lips. You are still here.

2 showers and 3 baths later I still smell like a whorehouse in Northern Star's neighborhood(aka French). This doesn't come off! As a result the headache doesn't stay gone! Fuck me, I'm too tired for this nonsense.

Sitting alone in a familiar dark corner, awaiting the brief visit of a single ray of light. The light is not mine to hold. It is mearly a warm painful glimpse of a world beyond the shadow. A view others, whose hearts dance and speak of light, of love, and of beautiful things, while my heart beats softly, quietely, alone. Within that heartbeat, behind shadow's veil, lies a truth, one verity I am not sure I should see. If I let truth escape my lips, could I survive this final veil lifting? All that I am coming to view. All undone, nothing left, nothing new, no more mysteries for you. If my heart, unshackled, allows lips to caress the air. If my final revelation were to brush your cheek, could you see the truth? Such as I am, I am here for you. Awaiting the moment, that your ray of light visits my dark corner. The moment I can hold you, and leave shadow behind.

If you recall my friend M and I have know each other at work for years. M shows up at my cube this morning. She is very much a perky morning person. Unless you're willing to convert me with kisses and teases, I am not. If god had intended for me to be up this early, he wouldn't have made my covers the most comfy at this point. Anyway, little miss sunshine shows up. She spins around backwards and says, "look." I tell her that it isn't a bad ass, but I've seen better. "Not my ass you pervert! My hair! I got it cut!" How is it my fault she sticks her bony ass in my face and that is what I notice? Hell it took me weeks to notice TWL had hair, and I was awake then.

There are no words nestled inside a verse
nothing living between lines
just one heart, for all it's worth
longing to utter
mine

it is nothing but an honest whisper cast to the winds, but in its truth is light, in its breath waits love without end

I love shopping. When I was a lad, the beautiful Rosa Lee taught me how to systematically dissect the store and every item in it. I love going out with someone and browsing. I don't have a fetish, but put me in a woman's department and I am a partner away from a great time had by all. Maybe it is the fact that an attractive shoe has never been made in a size 13, but I love looking at shoes. I am very tactile. I love to touch. Silky fabrics, soft knits. So in the past, shopping has been a wonderful thing. Fast forward to today. I just wrapped up a 60hr week. I am working in two bad wheels. Ankles gone, knees fucked. Worst of all I'm alone. I have a million and one jokes about ugly fabrics, ridiculous cuts, and their potential owners. Alas, there is no one to hear them. The department store lady had fun with the crazy man gimping about. I picked up some Christmas stuff. I still have some pieces to go but they reside in a dangerous section of the store. Too close to perfume counters and I'm off to a migraine.