Our StoryA Poem by QueridaPerhaps I'll linger here, dearest where lips beg to linger and hope beg to be discovered somewhere close lingering seems a pleasurable hobby, much better than some others i might name, like gardening, or sculpting, or reading so perhaps i will linger here.
You wonder where I am, sweet? In your mind, in your dreams In your memories. i can't tell between what is me and you or you and her, or you and her. whose hand touched bare flesh, whose black nails dug deep into that lovely hair.
Oh, no matter. Who am i to differentiate? when it was you, in your infinite wisdom who gave me this home? with your slightest word, your lightest touch i can delve into your mind read the thoughts upon your brain and interpret them as I will, be it anger or fear or....
No, that word won't be managed, honey. it can't be possible, can't be that. it may be true that i allow myself to linger in the world of fantasy far too often but i am not so far gone as that. the voices in my head beg, but i'll not give them this story.
What story, you ask? our story, the one that is me and you we have no story but there is me, and there is you and thus there is a story, lurking around the nearest corner, just waiting to be driven out of the shadows.
Perhaps I'll stay here a bit longer, beloved and try to find our story try to sort through images and feelings, through emotions and thoughts and eventually write of us of what is us, what was us, what will be us.
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Added on April 22, 2008Last Updated on April 24, 2008 AuthorQueridaMNAboutLet's start anew, without the prejudices and pains of the past to haunt the beginning of an era. Querida is not my real name, but it has become me, in my years online. more..Writing
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