There S A Difference Between Being In

Body And Soul. Two Different Things

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

As Long As She Wants Me, I’m Here.

For Some Reason, My Temper Was Hardwired To My Tear Ducts. I Usually Cried When I Was Angry, A Humiliating Tendency.

Nature Taking Its Course - Hunter And Prey, The Endless Circle Of Life And Death.