It seems I woke up with a wicked allergic reaction to something in the river air. no clue what it is. I've always had minor allergies, but this is ridiculous. Even after medication my face is a swollen red balloon and my eyes are red and watery. I feel disgusting.
However, it has been interesting to watch the reaction of my co-workers when they see me. You can tell they think I've been crying. I am not going to offer up the fact that I have silly little allergies. The times I have cried in public, I've been in no shape to care what people thought and frankly, tried to hide it. Today I will cry for the world and carefully watch what they say and do. If I were a mind reader, I'd just love to know the assumptions of my sadness they come up with.
I'm going to cry all damned day. Do you think anyone will ask what's wrong? Up to this point, they have just looked away and flashed their eyes over my shoulder to avoid seeing these stained baby blues.
oh, by the way - this is my blog.
imagined
i’ve imagined this
tranquil day by the sea
perched on rock wall outcroppings
drinking warm red wine and touching fingertips
i want to give this to you
past the drawn line
beyond the spoken word
scared of cryptic glances and too many words
anxious panting in my ribs
i’m frantic
and still
i saw this
white sun sheets holding me
safety in numbers
you’re there, sweet breath in my scalp
warmth from your simmering mind
thumbs on the small of my back
i’ve lost this
it was undeserving and cold
concealed by a dead end
lapping waves touch me now
alive soft mist and bird cries
kiss my ears
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