It comes to my attention that your slightest provocation has become enough to make me shiver with the thought of pillaged stories from a plundered mouth and I must confess that its somewhat indelicate the way I feel that you move through me and the way I try to grasp at those fragile parts of you and its becoming something endearing as I struggle to make sense of how my fingers ache to trace the contours of who and what you are and its velvet rich in longing the sense I want to plunge myself headfirst into something quite chaotic and I admit that I am greedy when it comes to begging words from you and I can't explain the fascination more so that I can explain why its almost a trespass, a felony meant to be kind, this intrusion to your life, and I'm overstepping more boundaries than you can possibly know and I'm pushing limits that I should leave well enough alone and I've broken promises that had nothing to do with you but I can't remain aloof and I can't bring myself to be ashamed and I'd give so much just to sit in silence with you, the briefest of interludes, violently calm in its complex demeanor, the slightest of touches becomes the most personal of statements, the barest of whispers becomes a song unto itself and I want to see what time has etched into your face, I want to hear what the years have done to your voice, how fate shapes your words and how beauty graces your fingertips, I want to discover, to leave no stone unturned, I want to mark you somehow, with teeth and with tongue, with memories of my voice to find you at night, I want to keep house just for one day, a dramatic interpretation of cohabitation, to see the millions of day to day things as they play out in our minds and shine through our defenses and I won't apologize and I can't say I'm sorry that I've come to such a place and made you a victim of my overwhelming curiosity and I'll subject you to all you can take in this furious pursuit of mine and I might open wounds and I'll probably be a reminder of things better left in the dark of the attic of your mind and I don't know if I can be careful and I doubt I can be cautious but I'll leave you with an apology and I hope that you will forgive me if I leave you with the slightest ghost of me, rattling around your insides, its not meant to frighten but merely to haunt, that I may know I am of some importance, and you may know that I'll never forget.

03/21/2006

Author's Note: What can I say about this...I have an addiction to people, to figuring them out, delving as deep as I can, discovering all the nooks and crannies. You'd be amazed what you can find.

Posted on 11/02/2006
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