vespers
I have found a muse. She’s been on my mind for a time now. She appears once in a while in the periphery of my mind. Last week, I saw her art work. I fell in love. Maybe even for a brief moment. I am so tired with the usual pretty face. The shallow smiles and the dumb eyes.
I like her the way i have had crushes back in high school. The illusion of the woman. I’m falling in love with her shadow. Her brush strokes, the colors, and subjects are birth from beauty. And I know it goes beyond her face— and boy! is she a looker.
She’s my “Mrs. Vespers.”
I’m beginning to daydream about her. And I like that. Feelings finally creeping in my sex-fatigued heart—- or so I think. I can’t help but be a skeptic to my own recovery and my beliefs. This level of unbelief is a buffer— a comfort. i think that’s one thing I learned from the last time. But i’m just happy to somehow feel the way I felt way back then.. Finally a woman worthy to be an obsession.
