love birds

about  a certain Joy

i need to talk to someone to draw out the words, but who? 

even people who listen, the story takes a turn to where i think they understand

so let me here on paper  try to create someone who totally understands

who actually has words for what i feel

someone comes to mind, a woman i kissed in the bathtub once

i can't write her name

you can't write truths in a single sentence, they are a lifetime long

i rather tell stories where i don't shine

when i myself read a story which starts...

she was beautiful...

i am put off, i feel well that ain't me

am i beautiful in the eyes of him?, you know who.

( of course here too i cannot use his real name, here for different reasons. Voldemort comes to mind, did  J.K .Rowling touch upon something that is inherent in this day and age. Do we live stories now more then ever that contain things, that must not be named.

there is great pleasure in meeting him.

I like it very much that he is beautiful to look at

Yes yes suddenly the answer comes to me

i have to learn to dwell in Joy

not wondering what is right or wrong

if it is right or wrong

when the moment is

well then it is

i see the sparkle in his eyes, his slight smile, his body leaning into me