Friday, August 01, 2008

a bottle of wine in...

In genesis, romantic desire was not the target at which I was aiming.
Every day movement was the agenda of the day - like a shark continually moving forward, my stride was swift and quick.
Though nowhere near the end of the telling of the tale, my emotional and physical state has overrun my cerebral ideals to demonstrate that, in fact, I too am not immune to the necessity that runs deep in all of us.