Too much
April 27, 2008
I feel as if I am, for you at times even.
More passion than others find comfortable to
wear as theirs. Begging you to feel it with me.
Eclectic, others call me, an artist type they say.
Filled with hopes and dreams for many.
Animated, expressive with hands and heart.
Laughing too loud, painting with abandon,
writing recklessly and singing out loud often.
As I lay with you again; my desire for you filling me,
meeting your eyes as my gown is dropped.
I wish to only please you with it and am surprised
to find my boundless desire almost frightens you.
There is a moment when you forget who I am.
I fight my way through those who did harm, and
find the you who knows of me again.
One who is prone to chase you among the trees,
capturing you as we fall to the forest floor together.
Breathless and laughing for our effort.
I would take you there, should you allow it.
Your gentle reserve scarcely makes that possible.
Yet I desire you there in the open air more so
than on that comfortable mattress behind a door.
I laugh at our age and what convention says
we must now be. Play with me again and still.
Forever more. Feel me as I tell the story that
makes you laugh. Watch me from afar as music
builds within and escapes through hips that sway
and hands that drum. Watch as sticks become
conductors batons moving at lightening speed.
Let me pick leaves from your hair and lay with
you once finally spent, as birds take flight in celebration.
You are invited inside me, to feel what I live each day.
To find the magic in a newly discovered forest glen.
To walk with me and run again when the need swells.
Live inside my world for just a moment with me.
I pray that you should not let me be too much within you.
My intent is always to only feel this pleasure of you.
And you of me. Remember me this way for all time.
Annie, artist are a different breed of people. It’s not just something we do, it’s who we are and how we can recognize ourselves in the grand scheme of things. It’s hard to explain, but the fact is, if you have to explain it, they wouldn’t understand anyway. You have a partner who doesn’t love you in spite of it, but BECAUSE of it, which means she loves YOU. Never apologize for it, or worry that it makes others feel uneasy. To do so would be to apologize for who you are at the core, and you should NEVER do that!
ahhh the apology.
Yes, I do that don’t I.
As if to love me is an effort
I ask of others, instead of a gift.
I write and post something like this
one. Me laid bare for all the world
to see and I ache to remove it.
The fact is I love what is written
here today. It is more me than anything
I have shared here in a long time.
Things I often write now and keep hidden.
I could never change that I find
what I wrote lovely in every honest way.
The truth of me and it should be honored.
I will work on not worrying if that truth
makes others uneasy.
Thank you Jaded.
Beautifully written. It allows others to reach within your soul and feel you. It allows me to do the same.
You have given me a gift of you and me back to you. Thank you George.
I will forever love, admire and respect your heart and soul, the artist and the lover.
I love you Jan
Thank you for getting me and for loving me,
not in spite of who I am, but because of
who I am. Just as Jaded said.
I knew you would understand this piece
and who it was written of.
You.
The beauty of it, much like a good song,
is that it means something different to
each person who has read it.
I not only encourage that but celebrate it.
To me, that is a successful piece of work.