| Wednesday, January 09, 2008 |
| For Tyler |
You are in my head like a drunken gale-full breeze.
You are in my head like the clamber of the heat pipes in winter. Easy to overlook you are there until the racquet is raised; demanding attention like a two year old with a kitchen pot.
You are in my head; stuck here like the sticky film on the jar that you can never get smooth after removing the label. Catching bits of flour when used as the rolling pin that I, as usual, have misplaced.
You are in my head like a casually hummed tune; leaking out the upturned corners of my mouth at inopportune times.
You are in my head like a schizophrenic voice providing commentary on my day; turning me into that bag lady traversing the street muttering to herself in foreign languages.
You are in my head like that rich and satisfying flavor left in your mouth long after the coffee cup is finished.
You are in my head like the salt that lingers on your skin after a sunny dip in the ocean; tasting it still two hours later when you lick your lips.
You are in my head like the warmth of the sun on your back long after leaving the garden.
You are in my head like the cool air shut up in my house on a ninety degree day.
You are in my head slowly pushing at me like my cat wanting to play when I’m trying to sleep.
You are in my head like the fish that swims just off the fin of the shark; Brave enough to get too close to be eaten.
You are in my head like silence. When you focus on it hard the crickets and rustle of leaves emerge.
You are in my head like flowers at midnight; a thing so out of place that you can’t help but to stop and stare.
You are in my head like honey in tea. It doesn’t make it what it is, but it’s not the same without it.
You are in my head. You. Just when I’ve convinced myself I’m OK without you, I realize I really don’t know, because you’re still there. . . In my head.
You are in my head like damselflies and sandcastles.
You are in my head dancing with the one who is always there; slowly waltzing, trying to figure out how to avoid stepping on each others’ toes. |
posted by ~KL~ @ 5:01 PM  |
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Name: ~KL~
Home: Ipswich, MA, United States
About Me: 1 Corinthians 1:26 - 2:5 "Brothers, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. He chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things - and the things that are not - to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God - that is, our righteousness, holiness, and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: "Let him who boasts boast in the Lord." When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eleoquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling. My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive owrds, but with a demonstration of the Spirit's power, so that your faith might not rest on men's wisdom, but on God's power."
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