the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Friday, August 06, 2004

My brother is getting married tomorrow. In a matter of minutes, he will go from being my brother, to being Kate's husband.
I don't know anything about being in love. Sometimes I wish I did. When I watch my brother and his fiancee have so much fun just being next to each other, I wish I knew what that was like. I wish I knew how deeply one would have to feel for one person, to be content and satisfied with them the rest of their entire lives. I know about being 'in like'. That's grand fun. Being in love must be even grander. But I really haven't the slightest idea just how grand.
Which is okay. Because right now I'm having so much fun being unattached.

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