>>Tell me why you like guarded women, what attracts you to them
>I don't know. Maybe it's being able to get inside those defenses. Like peeling the labia away from the clitoris. >Maybe it's no longer being the boy ignored in the corner.
deep in conversation with that interesting person you just met
>> "Poet?" My. Where did that come from?
>I can tell your friendship with language is more intense than most. Are
you telling me you didn't/don't write it?
What a lovely way to put it. Yes I will admit to having partaken in
the past.
So where are you? Where is your soul? If politics had not, as you say, "stolen it away," where would it be?
Sitting there in 1981, in that dark corner, would you have understood what had just touched you? Would you have been able to see what was to come?
>>I see us sitting on opposite sides of a verbal chess board. From my perspective, the goal of the game isn't to play chess -- it's to be sitting on the same side of the board. Your goal, as I see it, is to keep playing chess -- >>and, of course, to remain on opposite sides of the board.
What happens when we end up on the same side of the board? I'd like to be on the same side of the board with you, but in a way that wouldn't hurt my marriage--because, for all intents and purposes, I am married. I'd also like to be able to look your wife in the eye if I met her again.
>I love the way you think. I enjoy the way you turn ideas over and over in your mind. >You are not ordinary.
I don't know what will happen. Maybe we'll touch, maybe we'll talk, maybe we'll have amazing sex. Please be there. Please do not say no.
You yourself are far from ordinary. I want you right now. you are a gift, and I will not say no.
>I found this poem by Laura Riding. I can't quite wrap my head >around all of it, but it resonates
>For though the woman's weeping
>And still must weep awhile
>The dreaming child can smile
>And keep on safely sleeping.
I like the Riding poem. I think its meaning will reveal itself, eventually.