“My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel, of that I’m sure.” – James Blunt
In the office, I encountered a woman with a free-spirited vibe, reminiscent of Jenny from Forrest Gump. Our eyes locked as we passed, and an undeniable feeling gripped me. It was a jolt that insisted I get to know her. Her presence felt powerful, like a river restrained by a towering dam. Damn. I restrain, I rein it in. Will I be too much if I let you in? Into the chaos of me, into my sin. I can rhyme, a poetic release, a comedian on a smoky stage. A sage sharing lotus lessons on their knees. Oh please, that’s not me. I’m refined, the kind that makes you smile and whisper, “She’s great.” It’s nice, but where’s the spice, the saffron vivid crimson tendrils that make you squeal. Real. Only real.
Love, Me.
Going On 40 