Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

he is one of those men that has tatoos of women all around his waist, says things in a jovial voice about "being surrounded by beautiful women"
he sleeps on my side of the bed wrapped around me like a vine
his cell phone rings directly underneathe me at 900 on a saturday morning
i am not a biker chick
he saved me once form the hotel fees in evertte washington, the day after christmas at a NA meeting
he worked at night, and i was going to drive straight thru to canada because i am cheap
he worked at the hostess twinkie factory fixing the machines that make cops food
i have a hard time expalining my biology to him
if i was made more like a motorcycle i think we would be a fine couple
so i resort to my old tricks and find ways to be delightful without personal involvement
he helped me move my bed
and we bought a screw gun at home depot together
i love listening to him
he is funny and interesting and intelligent
i am amused by the stories that he tells of his three divorses and his lovers all over the US where he rides through
i just have to make sure that i am not another pit stop
i just was made more like an indian traveling by horse and travious
he said that he let an indian in his house and now there is a huge drum in his living room
i had to laugh
it has been said that "i open doors"
maybe some vines need to grow wild

I had to smile at this one. seems that vine is growing wild around your feet.

the biker man i see from time to time
in the city has a long braid down his back

we went to coffee once
walking thru the city i noticed how i felt near him
full, magnetic
i want him
but i am afraid
that it is dangerous
that it will take over
love can be powerful
will i have to give up painting, sculpting, dancing school
to be with him? will i start to hate me because i love him?
maybe
i made myself stop thinking about him, about it, and began doing what i love to do
i went to a place where I had to speak, and sfterwards i looked up and there he was
i couldnt speak
a woman came over to me and asked me to sponsor her, and i looked at her and said, i am so filled with emotion right now i cannot even speak
let s go to coffee and talk, or at least walk around the building
so we did

then he rode his motorcylce past the coffee house where i go
and i think he knew a herd of buffalo had passed thru me
i have never felt that way about anyone
not ever
me who can talk and tell stories and find a place to be in almost any circle am a total fool in his presence
i think he is the cats meow
this is when i need all my ancestors and my relations to help me
because i am likely to be a gurl without a brain
that is what it feels like
besides silly and goofy and school play yard blushes
i feel like immature
like i wanna scream
like i just saw the beatles and it is 1960
so i think of more practical things like wood burning stoves, and teepees and poles
things i can handle with ease
and things that i have to let creator handle for me
i know so very little about love
being interested in others well being is a new concept to someone like me
is it love?
maybe

We fear thye unkown but how can we know the outcome if we hide behind the vines of our fears. Step out and go for a ride, might like it. Other women can be forgotten if the reasons are strong enough. I love your voice my friend. "C"

Ah dear soul. Part of me says stand your ground protect your heart, another part says throw your butt to the wind and have fun. I think that if he has taken the time to see you where you are then he will not try to change you. I have only met one man that made my heart stop--so many years ago--and yes at one point I was very much in love with him. If there has been no other to have this affect on you; then take the chance. A heart mends and can be reborn to love; regrets for not loving I think may hurt even more. Just thoughts

love lots
Deb.

I say, "Whatever makes ur hair fly"...
sounds like the winds of change may be blowing ur way..
Good luck whatever you decide.
Regretting what might have been can also be very painful.

I surely do enjoying reading you. You hold my attention all the way through. Must be your creativesoul.