I smiled when I saw this picture. It was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. Given the chance, I’ll swing today!
Have a great evening.
I’m starved for your embrace
A tender touch
To steal my breath
And make my heart to race
I long for your tenderness
To feel the sweetness of your breath
That raises the hair upon my neck
And makes my lungs gasp – in spasms of delight
Only your touch will ignite the flame within me
Please don’t let this fire die
I’m reaching out to you
Won’t you reach out to me too?
And, at the very least,
Let our fingers touch.
I was your cure, and you were my disease.
I was saving you, but you were killing me.
Image: Robert McCadden
we should note this curious mark of our own age:
the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that
there is no absolute.