The Only Person I Really Wanted To

We're Invisible. I've Never Been Here With Someone Else. It's Different Being Invisible With Someone.

Her Underwear, Her Jeans, The Comforter, My Corduroys And My Boxers Between Us, I Thought. Five Layers, And Yet I Felt It, The Nervous Warmth Of Touching – A Pale Reflection Of The Fireworks Of One Mouth On Another, But A Reflection Nonetheless. And In The Almostness Of The Moment, I Cared At Least Enough. I Wasn’t Sure Whether I Liked Her, And Doubted Whether I Could Trust Her, But I Cared At Least Enough To Try To Find Out. Her On My Bed, Wide Green Eyes Staring Down At Me. The Enduring Mystery Of Her Sly, Almost Smirking, Smile. Five Layers Between Us.

There Is No Try. There Is Only Do.

Without Pain, We Couldn't Know Joy.

We’re As Likely To Hurt The Universe As We Are To Help It, And We’re Not Likely To Do Either.