How come nobody ever says things like that to me? No, not the bit about being off my meds…
Inigo and SDMB, sittin’ in a tree . . .
For about a year now.
featherlou You mean that thing in February when you go out on you back porch into a nighttime oasis of stars, a dry porch and t-shirt warmth? Gimme that in the Palouse and my chick and I’ll say I’m in heaven.
Can’t sneak anything past Maastricht
Your lips are like roses. Thorny as hell.
Your eyes are like pools. Cesspools.
Your nose is like a basketball. Always dribbling.
People always say that when I’m holding their families hostage.
Yes, that’s it. Pure magic.
Gaius Baltar? Is that you?
If only this stage lasted. sigh
Ahhh, you know me so well…
My ass itches. I don’t think I wiped well enough this morning.
sorry, Billy Collins said it better.
Hey, no witnessing outside GD.
(bad joke… move along.)
Since this is the SDMB…
I strongly disagree. I am thin-skinned, intolerant and standoffish. My post is my cite.
No, he’s not crazy. My vote is he got a magnetic poetry kit. You can come up with a lot of strange stuff like thus:
#8
Through dark weeks
my vision wanders.
And I cannot recall
what I love you for,
like all hims ever.
Yet this time I want
to ache with what
was not felt.
But you have to
ask me to think of you.
#3
You.
Play her friend
If it suits you,
But bare lust
Rips away love from want.
Winded and weak,
Cooling blood smears
Delicately the recall
Of summer aching.
Chant at lazy TV pictures:
I loved the mad girl
But did not say.
#1
Eternity boy crush
You incubate a thousand
Wintery dreams of wax eggs,
And manipulate iron void beauty
With sordidly elaborate vision.
I love you too but until I get a ring no sex for you.
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You love me? Just as I am? Thanks, I’m touched. But you’re still not getting into my pants.
Inigo would never post anything so lovely for such a tawdry purpose. I’m fairly sure. Well, probably.