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I lie still and breathless
Not to be heard over the lies
and regrets barely audible on the phone

"You could have called, you could have reached out"
She says, not to me, not to me
"Were you drinking? No? Were you high? Are you sure
"You want to lie to your own daughter?
"I understand drinking, I know what it's like to be high"
but she doesn't understand a father lying to his own daughter

Even after all these years

I lie still and breathless,
A secret kept, twice her age
A story older than that
As familiar as the curves of her love-soaked flesh

She calls him Father, while I claim the intimate
Daddy
Though neither of us ever raised her
Above her own soaring fantasies
Of a rainbow hued acceptance
Of someone cherishing all of her
Not least the parts that run
That clench her fists and hide her tears

She urges him again, "Just a message, just a text,
"Just once, be a father when I call"

What a low bar I have set
To treat her better than any man ever has
To love her as she deserves
I learned that trick the first day I glimpsed evil
I fought that battle the first day I knew apathy

Decades and lovers and a hundred mended hearts before She
Was even a bad idea at the bottom of his bottle

She gave me her body, hoping for love in exchange
and I took it, for it was a fine body
and a familiar bargain
and I call myself a better man than some
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This potential loss that I fear
Would not, in circumstance or effect,
Be more painful than any other loss
I have endured over this long sojourn
But for it being *you* that I would lose

Always, it has been thus, though it took me long to see it
Loss happens, loss has become a way of life for me
Loss itself is a milestone upon every road
Yet each time, I have lost someone unimaginably unique

Each dream of the future crafted together
Each set of special secrets
Known only to Us
Long hours of learning you
Once a nigh-mystical thrill of discovery
Serving only to flay my heart open
In achingly familiar ways

Lover mine, I love you, not like a child
believing in perfect futures
But as a battle scarred veteran
Joining the fray once more
Knowing that some vital piece of me might die
As so many times it has died before.

Love is a phoenix
And We are a winged joy taking flight from ashes
Knowing that if it burns, it will leave not even bones behind
And I face that risk of loss, determined and unafraid

Except for the part where it is YOU that I will lose this time.

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(xposted from FL)

I originally wrote something very like this shortly after losing my virginity. Having talked so much recently about how engaging in a long term D/s relationship felt so much like losing my virginity all over again, this variation of the theme appeared wholecloth in my head earlier this evening. If it sounds childish and immature, it is only because some emotions are meant to sound exactly so.




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I kind of want to do this: http://www.dump.com/2009/09/25/free-advice/
Anybody interested in joining me?

For [livejournal.com profile] gailmom: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs

There's a "Kiwi Mad World" version you can google for, but the link is for the original artist's creation as he intended.

http://wimp.com/gainingwisdom/
Personal Favorite quotes from this:
"You can't get to wonderful without passing through alright." - Bill Withers
"Inspiration is for amateurs. The rest of us just show up and get to work." - Chuck Close

Collection of interesting information about how fast life is moving these days:
http://wimp.com/crazyfacts/
Related Link: http://wimp.com/predictionads/

And the poem I wrote in response to it.

Poem )

And, for something lighter, here's a funny cat video called "Inefficient Drinker." http://wimp.com/inefficientdrinker/
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poem )
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I waste precious time
Contemplating each moment
I wasted
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There is dust on the bottom shelf of my bookcase
A gray fog building over the journals of my youth
I cannot bend low enough to sweep it away
For my back is stiff with pride and old injuries


rambling incoherence )

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