Bells and flashing lights;
I thought it was the pinball machine.
Laughs and breathless fun;
I thought it was the pillow fight.
Intoxicating pheromones;
I thought it was the atmosphere.
Gentle words that coaxed out pain;
I thought it was conversation.
Electrifying touch;
I thought it was hormones.
An offered heart;
I thought myself unwilling to lose lonely freedom.
A hesitant “yes."
I saw,
very soon,
it was
love
and liberation;
comfort
and elation;
magic
and salvation.
Since I had already described meeting Mrs. P and our eventual coming together, I thought my response to Torman’s Open Call should be somewhat different. The story can be found in this post from September: http://open.salon.com/blog/athomepilgrim/2009/09/23/a_chance_encounter_and_many_happy_years.
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Comments
love, love, love it
R~~
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waking, oooooooh, thanks!
rita: Thank you; and the best to you as well.
scanner, I think it wasn't confusion, it was stupidity. But I'm not sure.
Aunt Sal: Glad to hear it's quieter. Hope you're still getting enough sleep! ;)
Torman, you need to use the number of words you need to use. Remember, I already told part of the story, so I have a leg up here!
Thanks to you too, Owl.
I thought it was the atmosphere.
I like that, I like this post.
Oh, jesse, those pheromones were important! Thank you for liking.
Lunchlady, I'm glad the feeling came through.
-R-
Thanks to you, Chuck.
And to you, Gwendolyn.
Well, it took my more than 35 years to commit a poem, O'Really? Be patient--and enjoy the showers in the meantime!
Here's to many more years together for you and Mrs. P!
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