Wear your mask for the masses. I want to know more about your madness—the things that bring you to your knees/make you struggle to breathe
Show me/tell me what’s broken you and how you were remade. How much of the old you remains? Where on your body do I put my hands to connect with that version?
Tell me your tough tales, the ones you stumble through like molasses caresses your tongue as you speak, like something thick and gooey guards/holds/restrains your tender thoughts.
Share with them your rehearsed stories—the ones you know where to pause for reaction. You and I are stronger than stylized lines, more prolific than fiction.
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“You and I are stronger than stylized lines” -> I LOVE THIS!!
Thank you ☺️
We’re all broken, trying to find out what remains of us.
Profound statement, so true.
I’m curious about that “show me/tell me” line…
When is it best to tell? When to show?
There’s no best that I can think of. There’s only what feels right in the moment.
It’s a tantalising invitation, but I’m inclined to keep my weaknesses to myself.
(BTW I hope that photo is you!)
Totally understand; to each his own.
(Really, AM? I thought you knew what I looked like already 🤣)
Forgive me. It’s been a long week and I can barely string a sentence together, let alone tell one smoking hot body covered in honey from another.
All is forgiven when you put it like that 🤣🤣
Phew!!!
There’s something about the staccato way of your arrangements that never ceases to get under my collar–Masses/Madness, Remade/Remains, molasses/caresses. Again, that give/take and push/pull of your words…and your body. You can feel the radiating heat like a hot city mirage; stunning.
You can see I have a thing for slant rhymes. Thank you for this lovely comment and the imagery of my work getting under your collar 🤭
Collar, waistline, mind, leash–take your pick.