When crossing a street, be sure to look both ways. While meandering along, frothing at the mouth, I was blindsided last night with candor of the fingers. I did not realize that I had all that "eloquent poetic bluntness" all bottled up inside of me. Well, now, Teri, you popped that cork clean out of the bottle, didn't you?
In retrospect, what I said (belched) was drawing a line in the sand. Not by any means acrimonious. It was saying I no longer wished to stand on the periphery of love and watch it atrophy or to be lazily strangled by apathy. Either I wanted to nourish it or find it another home.
The sum total of it all, unplanned, I challenged my sweetest one to a duel. The result, I'm afraid, may quite possibly find no middle ground.
The fair maiden awaits.
2 comments:
GORGOUS - whats happening!?! You certainly aren't doing the "sweet dreams" thing tonight! What can I do???? Call me!
Spell check! That's GORGEOUS to you! Thanks - I needed that.
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