Wednesday

We are all running circularly
Praying for an ending we can clearly see
It's a heavy skillet when it smashes upon your head,
It's a dirty dance when you're laying in my bed.
Houses can crumble under femi-will
The whole parish hellbound, when I expose my scarred breast
I ask, do I fit the bill?
Can I bring you damn/salvation tonight?
Are you ready to succomb, my hand trace the lines of your bones.
I want to spice my soup with dashes of your past.
Steady Love,
I fold you into the layers of my desire
delicately, not to break the fragile yolk of you sensibility.
Steady Love,
we rock in synchronicity, like the ocean and the sandbars it silently rolls out to sea.
Steady Love,
Lets break into a cacophony that disturbs the creatures in the center of the earth.
Let them come,
let them all come and witness, how you satisfy me.

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Officially an industry professional, I strutted and high stepped all over the board with the best of them. Or some of them. Networked, hob-knobed, shmoozed, and chit-chatted about my company and it's various potentials. Imbibed too many cocktails in the process. Flirted, rubbernecked and people-watched; giggled danced and double-dutched. And I wish to go back and do it all over again. If I wasn't married...