A traingle.A simple graphic of the human mind...You remember the twilight zone?I feel like Im watching my life from backwards to forwards with no real motion in it. I looked up. I saw that photo of Leo with his cigerette. It reminds me...
Of how youth tells us...how far we were..
When it became clear. like rain.Tears are harder to submerge with birthdays.
33 feels like a twisted fate.Feels desolate.
My stomach Churning for the next chapter to life.Wanting to taste a sweet adventure...a romantic twist to my ear.I subtle stuble on my chin.Reaching for the knob.I halted. I remembered that ... An open door...Mighty dooor of steel.Will there be an opening ? A tender hooks.A grasping for the shaking fever...that often has me clinging to a vine.You doubled over...laughter spilling over the shoe.Brand new where the wine poured from.I heard of that once. Seeing a man sip wine from a ladies shoe.Often I thought wrong. But the shoe was new.Never been worn or tattered by glass. Or any other fictional perversion of prince charming. It was fresh. Shiney new Like a twinkling penny that feel from the Autmns breathe.How I decided to treat that shoe as a glove. Still slippery with wine I put it on like a glove..wondering why it had no fingers.Wondering if love was ever formed by grace. Wondering if love ever had a taste or a thorn or a prickly paw.I haunted a lingering snout in that heel.Dropped it and got my feet wet with the grapity grape of a the fresh heel.black leather Ribbons tight at the heel.Just a poem.
thanks for the space.
Julie.