Ice Cream For Breakfast…
… under the desert sun. Stay for a day. I want to share my melty bowlful with you. Take my hand as we skip across the railway tracks to the old abandoned houses, shaded cool and damp, and snoop through dusty stuff left behind. I’ll pocket something to remember this day. And as we slip out the door together into the sun melting trickly warm down our bodies, your hand slips softly from my shoulder to the small of my back as I show you my secret new treasure, resting the happiest cheek on your chest. Steady beat. For a second I am lost in you, feeling all your loveliness throughout my body… then I pass it to you quickly before making my escape, heel kicking dust flying towards home, you chasing after me laughing, tagging each other all the way home with street dogs pouncing around us barking like crazy. We are the free.
Your laughter tastes like ice cream. I want to taste all your delicious flavours.
bird
“do stay aware that not everyone is as nice or safe as they may seem.”
Yep! That was my biggest lesson for 2009. Before I came to the States I lived in constant fear of bad people. When I moved here for some reason I felt safe even when I was not. Now I am somewhere in the middle. Alert but not paranoid.
Niq
I have seen no fewer than four my friends break up from long term relationships this year and have observed it online, mostly via facebook and I have to say that I saw nearly the same thing happen, at greater and lesser degree with all of them, the writing and poetic hemorrhaging, so much so that I could tell even though it took awhile for some of them to say they had split. I think it is just part of the process for some, I know it has been part of the process for me in the past and with these modern times of being able to share your thoughts anytime, from nearly anywhere with damn near everyone is still relatively new area for those of us observing to adjust to. I too worry over you sometimes Olivia, I think we all do, I have faith in your ability to reason and see the whole picture, but do stay aware that not everyone is as nice or safe as they may seem.
Bsti
I may be strange, but I am not a stranger.
moondragon
love is ice cream……………..
Olivia Meiring
I completely agree. I can see what you see. I have thought about all these things a lot. every day. And I am 100{a9f0d31f6175b3e4775e11a66c07db268fb74408d6095f6b46eeec420c0e9f62} sure of the fact that while I am over him, I am not even nearly over the damage all those years caused. I know that will take years to overcome, and I work on it every day. I have no idea how long it will take. This story and a few others were written for someone in particular. I know exactly who I am writing to, so it's not an opportunity for cyber stalkers to weedle their way in and try to fit some mould. I am so aware of how easily that is done and I'm not open to that. I meditate every day on where I'm headed, how I want to get there. I know exactly what I want in life, how to get it, and I am fully aware of everything that I'm doing as I do it 🙂
Olivia Meiring
I HAVE to call you soon!!!
Karen Wright Gilbert
You are such a wonderful writer.
Bronwyn Matlock
I know the above may have come off as harsh I pressed post on my phone before being able to spell check or refine my thoughts. remember my friend I love you unconditionally and support everything that you are love you bronnie
Bronwyn Matlock
I suppose I am just afraid for you letting this all hang out in the open somehow in front of cyber strangers cos let's face it at the end of the day they are strangers and will validate everything you want to know, anything you want to hear without actually essentially caring the comfort of strangers I suppose is the most non threatening. It is immaterial whether you have gone on to his sites lately as to whether or not he has influenced you – you lived with him. You are not going to like me fir saying all this and I have really studied my own motives and feelings about why I feel so strongly about what you are saying/ doing but essentially when I read your stuff lately my BS radar just goes so out so loud the same as when I read his poetry all those years ago – just that self romanticizing First year drama stuff. it just comes off at cheesy. I know you think you are healed but you are human and you have been deeply hurt – this is going to take years and you can't cheat this
Olivia Meiring
I love you bronni and have always respected your honesty, but I wouldn't know – haven't visited any of his sites in 2 months. Lost interest. This is complete hopeful fiction of course but everything i write is exactly how I feel or what is really happening, or exactly how it went down, warts and all. I have been quiet and afraid for so long, but now i feel like my whole body is singing! So however I am writing right now, I need to do. For my own progression.
Bronwyn Matlock
You are sounding like the very person you are trying to heal from. He writes stuff like this – all the stuff lately actually
Beverley Hissam
Olivia the poetess! Beautiful!