i'm feeling like an etch- a -sketch
the way your fingers move me.
twirling, spinning
twisted inside.
look at me. what do you see?
is it me you love
or something that you've made?
we've created something new.
pushing, pulling all the right buttons
you know how to turn me
on.
forever marked by the touch of your hands
until i am shaken
by your callous disregard
then everything is erased
forgotten
until you touch me again
gentle hands
drawing on me
drawing me in.
Monday, October 09, 2006
it's a new day - meet me at the boat house
august 2006
tired and unable to move after my oceanic adventure i while away the morning lying in bed dreaming of soft hands and blue tinted lips, but like every other day in vancity this day brings excitement and thrills.
meet me at the boat house.
plunging into the frigid waters of the pacific i flail frantically trying to grap hold of the tether, but the frozen waters have short circuited my inner wiring-
no longer communicating with my brain i do not have the muscle control to pull myself onto the raft. Finally with my last ounce of energy and three sisterly hands i am half dragged onto my unsteady perch.
whipping behind the speed boat i fake compliance. there is no way i am going to willingly put my body into these galacial waters again.
"put your legs in the water!"
"i have short legs ya' know" i holler back holding on for dear life as the raft is jerked to and fro-
skidding behind the boat i feel like a man possessed, clinging to the frail edge of my crumbling sanity.
deliberately pulled into the wake of the boat i am airborne.
exhilarated i am in flight.
a short lived metamorphosis i soar not on eagles wings but like frisson l'écureuil before it crashes dans un buisson.
i swim to the dock forgetting that i cannot feel my legs, nor my arms for that matter. i am so cold my skin has turned bright red;
but it doesn't matter, for a brief moment i feel alive.
tired and unable to move after my oceanic adventure i while away the morning lying in bed dreaming of soft hands and blue tinted lips, but like every other day in vancity this day brings excitement and thrills.
meet me at the boat house.
plunging into the frigid waters of the pacific i flail frantically trying to grap hold of the tether, but the frozen waters have short circuited my inner wiring-
no longer communicating with my brain i do not have the muscle control to pull myself onto the raft. Finally with my last ounce of energy and three sisterly hands i am half dragged onto my unsteady perch.
whipping behind the speed boat i fake compliance. there is no way i am going to willingly put my body into these galacial waters again.
"put your legs in the water!"
"i have short legs ya' know" i holler back holding on for dear life as the raft is jerked to and fro-
skidding behind the boat i feel like a man possessed, clinging to the frail edge of my crumbling sanity.
deliberately pulled into the wake of the boat i am airborne.
exhilarated i am in flight.
a short lived metamorphosis i soar not on eagles wings but like frisson l'écureuil before it crashes dans un buisson.
i swim to the dock forgetting that i cannot feel my legs, nor my arms for that matter. i am so cold my skin has turned bright red;
but it doesn't matter, for a brief moment i feel alive.
Post post - our secret rendez-vous
August 26 2006
Here i am on the sunshine coast in BC.
it is more than just sublime.
my family and i are staying in the 14 room "guest house" on the Rolston estate - a stone's throw away from their mansion it is a beautiful retreat in the middle of an already wonderful vaction.
i have spent the past few days strolling, canoeing, playing with purple starfish and basking in the quiet sanctuary of both nature and man made luxuries.
having spent the afternoon on a tour of Pender harbour i had emptied my mind of all things urbane.
tonight as i floated down the pacific in my pink kayak drifting ever deeper into the gloaming i stared into the depths enchanted by the school of jellyfish gracefully dancing through the darkening waters.
counting the stars i was roused from quiet reflection by something extraordinary which had surfaced in the water beside me.
watching me intently it came ever closer, bobbing in and out of the frigid waters until it was within arms reach.
dumbstruck and amazed, hours later i am still marvelling at my fortune. How lucky am i to have shared the waters with such a beautiful and graceful creation.
i marvel at Your awesomeness.
Here i am on the sunshine coast in BC.
it is more than just sublime.
my family and i are staying in the 14 room "guest house" on the Rolston estate - a stone's throw away from their mansion it is a beautiful retreat in the middle of an already wonderful vaction.
i have spent the past few days strolling, canoeing, playing with purple starfish and basking in the quiet sanctuary of both nature and man made luxuries.
having spent the afternoon on a tour of Pender harbour i had emptied my mind of all things urbane.
tonight as i floated down the pacific in my pink kayak drifting ever deeper into the gloaming i stared into the depths enchanted by the school of jellyfish gracefully dancing through the darkening waters.
counting the stars i was roused from quiet reflection by something extraordinary which had surfaced in the water beside me.
watching me intently it came ever closer, bobbing in and out of the frigid waters until it was within arms reach.
dumbstruck and amazed, hours later i am still marvelling at my fortune. How lucky am i to have shared the waters with such a beautiful and graceful creation.
i marvel at Your awesomeness.
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