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I'm a bit of a scatterbrain at times. (Drastic understatement.)

I also like to spin in circles like a little kid - it makes me dizzy - but I call it dancing.

thanks mirror. Your flattery is appreciated.

I think I missed that part... but it's true, I'm secretly a diety of untapped power and omniscient knowledge. (lol)

I like it - and just remembered why I usually don't share my poetry - I'm so not up to par.

I bow to your superior talent.

Dude - that was hott.

Turned me on a little - I love sexy poetry.

The Carousel

Souls spin - an eliptical dance - balance eludes.
Hopes shrink and expand in irridescent bursts on a blurred reality.
Incandescent vision - you shine through...
dominant, deliberate, daring.
Darling,
whisk me away - I only want to play
with you,
in you,
on you.
My face incognito - still as stone - but my souls spin,
round and round,
arms out,
head back,
eyes closed,
round and round,
whisk me away - I only want to play.

Yesterday, I saw you.
You were hopelessly homely... until you smiled -
and even though I forgot - am forgetting you - daily.
Your smile broke my forgetting,
and I was caught -
floating on the waves of memory.

You - looking at me incredulously - touching me without touch -
stop making me delicate, I am not.

You - calling me over to flirt - ignoring me in the hall -
why do I come? - weakness is unbecoming.

You - pushing me tight against the car to kiss me - pirate plunderer -
I distract you - you resist.

You - the anarchist.

You - with your stars.

You - hands in your hair - "not this embarressed since you were twelve."

You - finding yourself reading Ulysses - a family of librarians and teachers - a brother, an uncle, a son.

You - 28 at home, 32 in a bar.

...but no regrets. I will forget.

You - the deliberately forgotten - you will be nothing.
...and I will exist.

When I remember you,
I forget me.
We can't both be.

It's just that yesterday I saw you, and you smiled.

If that was to me - yes, I agree - you look like you stepped right out of my description - why do you live so f-ing far away?

Strictly physically ideal man...

1. between 5'10'' and 6'4''
2. not skinny, but not packing too much - a nice middle of the road, maybe with a few sexy muscles (slenderly athletic, not macho-man meaty)
3. dark wavy hair (black or brown), a little messy, but not too long, just touching the collar and a little bit over the ears
4. dreamboat eyes - any color, framed in dark lashes and reasonably thick eyebrows that seperate in the middle
5. a warm smile, nice teeth visible, with the ability to carry a little bit of irony - dimples optional, but adorable if present
6. strong cheekbones
7. strong chin, small cleft is a bonus
8. nice ass (not too fat, not too flat - just a nice squeezable handful)
9. a little bit of facial hair - either a 5 o'clock shadow, a short goatee, or a nicely trimmed beard
10. smells good - this one is important because men who smell good are HOTT


...if he exists - I'm so up for some in-the-sack funtime. (Of course, only if he also is smart, witty, charming, fun, sweet, and we've dated for a few months - so pretty much never going to happen.)

I really really hope not.

...but I do wonder sometimes.

I've been having fun lately going in and changing and rearranging stuff in this lovely little box I call my profile. It has gotten ridiculously long and a little bit... ridiculous.

Am I frightening all the good ones away?