By spaceman
Date: 2002 Oct 29
Comment on this Work
[[2002.10.29.15.43.21021]]

Happy



Funny, that I would
equate happiness
with numbness.
That the warmth and
comfort of your body
curled up beside me
leaves no room in my life
for the misery required
to write.
I stumble through days
a goofy moron
out of touch
with my drive to create.
All I think about is you,
and putting happy,
uncomplicated words on paper
seems a waste
when I can worship you with
lips and mouth and tongue,
rather than pen and ink.
But I will write
about being this feeling,
happy,
so I can stay in practice
in case it ever slips away.