When I Was Mad About Him

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Sundays?  The lazy sleep-in, the brunch, tea, sometimes a bit of TV or writing or reading, sometimes a combination.  The not having to rush out of your jammies, taking your time, easing into the day.  Sundays rule in my kingdom.  The only down-side is that Monday follows, the beginning of another mundane work week.  If I wasn't a writer or seduced by all art forms, daily life would be a bore.  I feel for those who don't read or take in plays or dare I say it, watch (quality) TV.  There's a richness to be derived from it.  Life without art would be darkness.

I took my time rising this morning.  Did a little bit of in bed daydreaming, finished the enclosed poem and then ventured to enjoy some quality time with Erica and Autumn.  I started reading the book I bought yesterday so the rest of my day will be comprised of tucking into that and doing laundry to prepare for a new week.  I have also resolved that tomorrow I am starting back at the gym and getting back to the business of healthier living.  All of those things only make my creative self and spiritual self that much better. 

I leave you with the today's completed poem.  And yes, I used a photo of Charlie Hunnam of 'Sons of Anarchy' fame because ... well ... the image just suited the language of the poem.

When I Was Mad About Him

when I was mad about him

I followed masculine curves

& wrote inaccurate poems

surmised beyond his gaze

I lost whole days

I lost whole nights

when I was mad about him

despite all error I dwelled

in inexpressibe pleasures

something aggressive about flesh

I earned burgeoning sensuality

I earned romantic impulses

when I was mad about him

I used to pretend I was blind

to fully taste the intensities

& carnage of our seamless unity

I misplaced logic for a startling thrill

I misplaced courtesy for desire

when I was mad about him

consumed fully by the act of love

dancing slowly into one another

I couldn’t hear time slipping away

when I was mad about him

I was out of my own mind

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Off to read.  Happy Sunday to you.

In propinquity,
Nic