suprise: love.

i'm always surprised by love. how she expresses herself. how she grabs me, pulls me in, and appeals for my attention.

the games are always new. titilating. sometimes even a bit dangerous or risque. But either way i can feel when she peeks her head out. usually at the end of her conquest. my face is covered in fudge, i'm naked but in the middle of a Midwest field. it's dark and very warm. so it must be summer. but i have no idea how i got here.

she peeks her head from behind a moon lit tree. smiling like a nimph. she makes me absolutely crazy.

she rushes over with a colorful rough feeling blanket. must be wool and wipes the fudge off my face covers me with the blanket. kisses me squarly and softly on the mouth and then disappears.

Love. is.

Always a surprise.

to my best friend...

To my best friend.

I'm not sure what others are interested in.

It's all good and whatever's okay.

It seems that people want to poke me, prod me, and dissect

but my kind of friendship...is the kind you might
not of had as yet.

Or maybe you have.

I've learned so much from you.

No longer scared, angry, needy, or afraid.

Because it's your kind of friendship that I'd be proud
to take to my grave...

(ok... this poem is getting way to surreal.)

Anyway... I am who I am... And you know the deal.

Thanks for being true. And as always. I don't
want anything. Just thinking about u.

To my best friend.

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