I wonder if little kids still have heroes today.
I don’t remember looking up to anyone in particular as a kid.
I think now a hero is the most attractive idea….

I don’t think it’s the rescue…
perhaps,
the fascination, the distance, the admiration, the mystification….

the list goes on.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Stimulate my frontal lobe.
Titillate my thoughts.
Moaning.

Thoughts along the way…

People will always find a way to let you down.

Be it through losing their temper as usual,
not being there or
falling into old habits.

One is your friend, one is your lover and one is useless.

And you wonder why you give yourself physically, emotionally or at all to anyone after a while.

Fuck ‘em all.

I wish I was in bed with you tonight. I always do when I can’t sleep  I know the touch and smell of your skin would put me at ease. I would melt into you and become as much a part of you as the freckles on your shoulders  

I hope I am what you need,
I gave you soul and body

I can smell your room from your neck,
feel your touch from your cheeks.
I can see my place in your bed from your eyes,
and feel my hunger grow when we’re apart.

Under different circumstances we are absolutely perfect.
But you don’t believe me.

A year after the time we first met on the red line in Chinatown I saw him on my way to school. Hands in north face pockets, dressed in a suit, crossing 10 feet before my eyes.

My stomach nearly hit the sidewalk in shock.

This is my city. I imagined you disappeared to the other end when things didn’t work out, or never took off….

I watched you walk to your office imagining what this crossing of paths meant.
At this time of morning, at this exact intersection, crossing the same corner as me.
We went in our own directions the same way we happened to meet and chose to leave.