First published on the 24th May 2009
What is it about life that makes us keep going on for another day, a hope for a brighter day, a better day? What is it that makes a man and a woman fall so deeply in love? What makes thenm fall out of it? Why is love always equated to an imbalance (falling in love) a mental health condition (madly in love, love sick, crazy in love) or a state of incoherence (I love you, I am in love with you, I love you) (need I say more?)
How do you keep love and sex apart? Is love between two people possible without an expression in sex (or for the delicate at heart- love making)? can two people who really love each other and want to be together really stay in a room without touching or ending up in bed, the side of the wall, on a chair, clothes off or on (take your pick) when it all goes tits up, where do all those emotions go? What do they leave behind?
What makes us? Breaks us? Defines us? Redesigns us? What makes us aware of whom we are, what our values are, what our core beliefs are? What makes others aware of us?
What is this life if full of care? (Thanks Hillarae Belloc' Leisure'-I hope I got the name right) do we have time to stand and stare?
Hmmm, there goes a butterfly.....
In between my breasts
is a fire stoking quietly.
Awaiting cool fingers, wander near
Stroke as a match, set all ablaze.
In between my breasts
is a river, flowing wild.
Inviting a plunge into depths
rediscovering in approaching climax.
In between my breasts
is a mystery, holding truth.
Of all that men, being beasts; beasts, human;
Human in the illusion of gods.
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