things i’d like to whine about

i want more of my garlic pizza bits from earlier

i am tired, have a headache, want to sleep… but want to go out even more. make me stop hurting so i can go out. 

my nose has a hurty spot from blowing it too much

boys are annoying

men are less annoying but seem few and far between

i wish i weren’t all romantical and had some notion of a fairytale lovestory

Middleman.

I am a conundrum. I am that moment your tongue moves to say something and your brain forgets to send the signal. I am that breath purposely placed between words to give a moment for thought. I am that stutter, that quivering lip before asking someone out. I am the tick in your hand, in your eyebrow, in your neck… the one that you worry gives away your intent. 

I am those silences between exchanges when both parties process their thoughts. I am the searing frustration of interruption. I am the relieving calm of understanding. 

I am a middleman, always in between, always moving. Always grasping reality from the edges. 

your howl sings to me
like the tapping of rain on a tin roof
or wind blowing through the trees
beneath a full moon
the night sky aglow

your fur tickles me
like the feeling of a sparrows tail
or sun shining on wet skin
damp from the river
that lets you swim in it’s flow

your growl entices me
like the eyes of a once lost lover
or soft lips on bone
accents of femininity
that want your touch

and to give you fever
baby, howl at the moon

and to show you’re eager
purr, because I’ll be there soon