SHORT SHORTS by Tonig73

Another Moment ....

Dedicated to my Paris LT sisters Lisa, Kelly, Angela, and Muriel, Veronique, and Celine.

And, of course, to our two muses themselves.

memories, 

as fresh as daisies and just as pretty, 

will not come because the minds eye is 

overwhelmed with them, 

but then, they will not leave. 

when the heart feels every ounce of love 

that fills a room,

it cannot bear to hold more, 

surely,

but, somehow, 

it always does.  

when friends meet anew, 

or reunite again, 

love is never gone, 

nor will it leave of it's own accord, 

it lives with us, 

in us, always.

when our muses show up, 

and show out for us, 

and just for us, 

we are filled to the brim, 

ready to burst with love, 

and lust, and heartache, and pride.  

when a laugh or a sneer, 

the same thing ?

neither fake nor meant to injure, 

but as an absolute admiration and pride

in a friends talented accomplishment.

when one see's a loved one's pure unfettered joy

in family and children

that are gathered around them, 

and you smile

for their full hearts.

when your muse

is suddenly all enveloping,

all engulfing, 

singing sweet nothings of love and happiness

in your ear, 

and you die the perfect, 

sweetest death in that moment, 

because you will never live the same way

again.

when rumours are ignored at least, 

and ruinous, flighty thoughts

are held at bay,

because in the absolute angelic light

of these faces, 

nothing but God's hand

can touch the perfect

imperfection held within them.

when there is nothing to do now, 

but to leave against one's will, 

and wait, 

and lament, 

and wail in frustration

and melancholy and pain filled angst, 

that love will dilute, 

and not feel the same

ever again.

When home is too near, 

and love is gone too far away, 

and those memories,

still as fresh as daisies

and so much more pretty, 

come as easily as the smiles

and the tears

that, now, 

will not leave.  

When the love and affection

connected by golden heart strings

between muse and friend

is genuine and so heartfelt, 

you can live with 

unsatisfactory reality

for a while.

Until next time .... 

Musings on my latest Paris trip.

Amazing, but SO hard to leave.

Not just our guys, but the wonderful women I can now call friends, 

because of the two men that brought us together.

Hope you liked it.

Tell me, tell me ...... 

x T.