Been busy working on the new book so I'm going to take some time out for reflection with an excerpt from "The Tao of HB"
Longing for Her
Alone with her in silence Her eyes could say a thousand words yet she conceals them all
She declines to speak content to awe with her presence-Her body creates chemical reactions with skin ever so inviting
Watching her image change form....I long to touch her to stroke her back to run my fingers through her fiery mane..... to whisper in her ear to gently bite her neck
Mind demands patience from heart for she is not real today-nor is my impression of her What bittersweet torture it is to dance among your illusions while the one you love is a world away
Night, alone in a foxhole facing the enemy the mind wanders and you found yourself saying on your head all the sweet words that weren't uttered when you were together, suddenly, you became a poet with an ear singed by a stray and hot one to make you remember to take better cover if you want to say all those words when you go back.
Thank you, I remember.
Georg
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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Thank you, I remember.
Georg