falling up
I'm tired, lonely and bursting with love to give. Somehow, this one feels different (maybe I'm hallucinating that its different). Pieces find their places without a push and it seems like the universe is finally conspiring on my side but - there is a big BUT...And a question that wants to fall from my parched lips and into the breadth of his supple, brown arms, a question that leaves me hanging on the precipice of a buy-in, a question that plagues my fevered dreams and dry striped sheets...a question that needs an answer.
Throw it at him and it may bounce back.
Deliver it to his doorstep and it might get stepped on.
Send it to him via parcel post and it may get lost.
Hand it to him and it may be crushed beyond comprehension.
Email it to him and it might become corrupted by a virus.
Sms it to him and it may be ignored or worse, forwarded.
Tell it to him and it may not be heard.
I believe. I need to believe.
