Friday, October 2, 2009

Surrendering to gravity and the unknown...

Something has been building under my skin for the last few days.

A restlessness, a need to move, to seek, perchance to find.

It leaves me panting and aching, a hollow part of me crying out to find its match,

In a place.
In a song.
In a book.
In a combination of words.
In a story-teller.
In a pair of lips.
Or the highway being devoured by my wheels.

I run rampant and ragged, getting through the day, into the night.

Doing what we have to do so we can do what we must.

Waves roll, hips buck, teeth snap together... and a hum generates at the base of my throat.

1 comment:

  1. You're a talented young lady, it seems. It's a shame that you're not willing to do more with yourself than parade around on the internet with stories of how big of a slut you are.