R is for Red Shoes
I wrote this in February when red, dancing and unexpected affections seemed all around.
I wrote this in February when red, dancing and unexpected affections seemed all around.
I tried an exercise of epistolary format so I used a story you may already know. It’s about a gift.
Let us drift on an ocean of ideas and call it conversationLet’s share an AHA! moment and mistake it for compatibilityLet us feel the camaraderie of fellow voyagers and call it love I will if you will. Shall we call it a date?
Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.So cliched, she thinksBut she takes off her glassesAnd snaps them in half. #ideastory View on Path
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking. I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,PERFECT. *If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
miss how easy it used to be to fall in love. I miss its effortlessness. I miss not even knowing that it could be an effort.
* Earlier here as Extremist.
I have been looking for excuses to fall in love, yes.
We can choose to get angry or nitpick or find fault with or be offended by. Or we can choose to look at what a wonderful experience it is. Love.
“I like this”, she says, “I like us.”“We are a comfortable close.” And she smiles at the picture on her screen one last time before switching it off.