Confessions (on a rainy day)

Driving rain on the skylight makes perfect music for reading. Have Hawking’s A Brief History of Time and Kerouac’s Book of Blues and I’m not sure that it is such a great idea to read them at the same time…..

Anyways, a confession.

Confessions

What I wanted—
This writhing naked soul.

You, the ancient samurai,
Split in half with your guts spilling
With a sense of duty.

What I thought I wanted was
This blank admission.

You, as a great artist,
Throwing paint in heated frenzy. Desperate
Through the mess to speak.

You, as a lover,
Throwing your arms around mine
And lifting me up, and up,
until.

What I need now—
A quiet meditation,
a hushed whisper and time to think.

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