Rupture amidst bliss. This is what I was born for.
Mama never told me there'd be days like this.
I am not any woman I was before. No more
boltholes, no excuses. And my endurance
is next to nothing. Human trust has created
all the world we finger and track with glad eyes.
It is good to say "I love you" every time you feel it.
Make up jet lag and no sleep on either side
with protein, caffeine, and cheerfully admitting
we will have to do this, as all else, our
own odd way. Basheert is not romantic, not
when expressed full strength.
Copyright Maggie Jochild, 5 November 2011, 11:13 a.m.
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