At The End Of Fascination
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me, You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this. It was a fitting end in every way possible.
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me, You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this. It was a fitting end in every way possible.
“That girl is hot!”
“No, she is not.”
“And you would know, would you? You don’t check out women.”
“Says who? I check out women all the time.”
What is up with the sudden fascination with the child-woman? Is Lolita really what the Modern Man wants?
Electra: Let’s run together, you and ILike we used to when we were kidsI know we didn’t know each other, growing upBut who says we ever had to grow up?Let’s play catch and hide-and-seek Oedipus: Hold me close, hold me at arm’s lengthBut stay beautiful alwaysA home to come home…
A story about a crush in 55 words.
Soulful is how I first described your eyesAnd souls don’t ever die, you know I’ve been reading you for a long time nowYou’ve been letting me look right into youAnd glimpse serene Wonderland through your eyes. You weren’t born to be world-weary or even worldly-wisePlease, don’t grieve so much… I…
Who are we beyond labels of relationship?
A lot of men admit to having been attracted to an older woman at some point of time in their lives. Whether it was the adolescent yearnings towards the teacher/neighbor’s wife/friend’s mother or the preference in the later years for mature women (whether it is actualized or not), there definitely…
Lunch was nice today. Something other than canteen food. A colleague and I made a quick trip to the nearest Subway to pick up sandwiches. It has been a long time since my last bike ride. I still love them. I have never owned a bike myself…never needed to. All…
I like the way you say my nameBecause you say it so very rarelyWe talk so much about other peopleRarely about ourselvesAnd there is so much soliloquyThat the need for “I” and “you” doesn’t exist I like to hear you say my nameBecause it reminds me of this game we’re…