Mix water and oil.
Dirt rises clouding the water…
all the while letting your belly of silk caress me from behind,
like a hand a rose.
Put me on that roller coaster I wish not to ride;
if you must.
You find it interesting
the places I’ve been, the stories I tell.
I live the present
and the person I was stayed in those moments.
Get a new me every time the sun rises.
Get a new you?
Keep pushing buttons.
What if this went to hell?
One morning you wake up and my presence ceases to excite you,
routine takes over?
Make up a fight for no apparent reason.
So we can make up.
Stir up emotions… inside.
Inquisitiveness is amusing; over-confidence endearing.
Insecurity is reassuring.
Get on my nerves and inside my brain.
Slowly crawl into my heart.
Claim it is yours; if it makes you smile.
Claim I’m yours. Perhaps you’re right.
Or maybe you’ve just scratched the surface.
By tuttysan © 2007
Falling, a poem. Photo: Mammoth Hot Springs, Yellowstone.