May 3rd, 2007
Someone Special
A freak but moist flower
tangles my lungs, knits into my heart,
crawls up my throat
and sucks like octopi on my tongue.
- from Anne Sexton’s poem “The Love Plant”
A freak but moist flower
tangles my lungs, knits into my heart,
crawls up my throat
and sucks like octopi on my tongue.
- from Anne Sexton’s poem “The Love Plant”
May 3rd, 2007 at 3:58 am
The love plant strikes again.
May 4th, 2007 at 5:55 am
Thank you Gracie. At the beginning, it’s more likely infatuation or lust or curiosity or heightened interest that draws couples together. It can feel a lot like love thouogh…
“And ‘tis my faith that every flower enjoys the air it breathes.”
-from Lines written in Early Spring by William Wordsworth
June 14th, 2007 at 3:20 pm
Mh.. Love. Love is something you need though, if you ask me. At first I kinda thought this was pointed at.. uhm.. ::Sighs.:: I know I haven’t commented here.. I didn’t even realize those pictures changed.. Hehe. But now that I do.. I can look through. Loving more then one is something not many can get into. Difficult. Sometimes.. often, really, there is heartbreak. But.. sometimes the reward is so great that it overbalances anything else.
June 15th, 2007 at 7:23 am
Katrina: I asked some friends of mine how many times they have been in love. I even wrote a comic about it called Puppy Love (see June 12, 2007). Everyone told me they loved more than one person in their lives. One told me she loved five people. I assumed, in each case, they didn’t mean all at the same time. *grins