More poetry

[amul]

There is dust on the bottom shelf of my bookcase
A gray fog building over the journals of my youth
I cannot bend low enough to sweep it away
For my back is stiff with pride and old injuries

Comments

[gailmom]

um...not to belittle the emotions behind this post in any way...but have I mentioned that when you write like this, I really really want you?

If I have, consider yourself reminded.

If I haven't, pretend I didn't say anything, ok?

[amul]

Thanks, but if you're going to just stand there, gape-jawed, while I wax poetic like this, I'll have to find my own uses for your mouth while I'm ranting.

*pause*

I really do not know if I have it in me to recite one of my writings while getting head.

*pause*

I wonder if you would recognize me in the flesh. I am rarely this eloquent in person.

[rosetiger]

I disagree...I still remember a conversation a couple of years ago... eloquence making me stare at you, keep you talking, until you were the last in the room with me and her.

The memory of the sound of your voice speaking words like this keeps me coming back to your LJ after months of not reading.

I should stop clicking "previous 20 entries" links in your LJ now...

[gailmom]

but it's such a lovely way to spend an afternoon...clicking previous 20 in Amul's LJ.

:D I'm doing it now. Just to hear his voice in my head. ~blush~