leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leaving so soon? I'm not allowed to need you. But I no longer remember whose rule that was. Correction. I can need you when you want it. When brave and strong and poor-baby-i'll-fix-it are your vocabulary words for the week. When a baby voice and full bottom lip make you coo and pet me. But then your swift shift from protector to prowler. And I go from 3 to 30 in seconds. Shaking my head to clear the teddy bears. Standing naked and high-heeled on the balcony licking red wine off my wrist reminding you not to forget your watch in a voice I pray doesn't sound betrayed. Trying to remember how you got there and which one of us wanted me tied up and bent over. Hmmm...Actually I think it was both of us. And you go. And I wave. And I trade stripper shoes for fuzzy slippers and slide toward the couch landing somewhere closer to age 9 with utility bills and a Honda. 3:08 p.m. - December 02, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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