A Growed Up Kinda Feeling
How did I get so lucky in finding you? After all of the lies I've seen it's good to be
blind by truth. And that is my truth but I'd still take the dare. I'm so nervous about
this though I've never been one to be scared. I've prepared myself mentally for what
emotionally may come. Still I assume I'll feel things and have no idea where they're from.
They'll be something like shadows, attached to me and hard to see through. I'll wear them
on my face like the lens of my glasses that keep up my clear point of view.
I'd like to think I had more will power and it'd be hard for me to succumb to the
seductive ways of a woman that often leave a man looking dumb. But after our first
encounter you had my mind twisted up in a crazy way. Somewhere in the middle of a Jack
Black and a Barry White. Let's call it a Macy Gray. You had me before we could even form
a dialogue. I was sprinting to find words to say, something like a memory jog. Choking
on unspoken words, I was on a steady diet of silence. I swear I could have put a patent
on my stupidity because I had it down to a science.
We take the time now to learn about each other. What makes us laugh, how we love, and
what secrets we cover. I take the time to listen as your body speaks and I take note of
every touch that makes you weak. I love the little things about you that make you who you
are. And from all the rest who act the same you've set yourself apart.
Your kiss washes over me and makes my smile brighter like Listerine. You clear me up when
I breathe you in like a strong antihistamine. You're my sunshine so I would never care if
I burned. You aren't found in any text book but you're the best subject I've ever learned.
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