Tuesday, March 31, 2009


I’ve never cared about how much I lived until I knew this.
And now for every minute of knowing this, I want to know a thousand more.

You’re like an orgasm.
When I feel for you, every cell in my body vibrates with that feeling.

I remember what I felt when you first looked at me.
It felt like strawberries and cream.
It felt like a soft bed after a long day.
It felt like coming home after twenty years of being at war.

With the world.
With myself.
With love.

And then love looked me in the eye.
And I was taken.
I was yours.

That day.
The next day.
And a thousand more.

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