I have issues with Cupid, real issues ...

I was going to write a new piece of love in honor of Saint Valentine's Day, but I'm busy today, so I thought I would share with yall a little lovey nonsense I previously wrote and shared on MySpace in June of 2008, when I thought I was "falling in love." Turns out, it was a rabbit's hole. Granted, it was an entertaining and often intoxicating fall, but in the end it was a fall just the same, complete with emotional bruises and a final THUD!




When do you know?

When do you know you want to claim someone as your own? What are the signs that they have your heart or that you have theirs? Is it when their mere presence outweighs any difference of opinion? Is it when you want to sit on their lap in the nicest possible way? Is it when you want to be so close to them that you can't notice any difference of space? Is it when you are comfortable with the space when there is space to notice? Is it when the more you see them, the more enticing they appear? Is it when you find yourself sitting, waiting, wishing to see that person? Is it when you first feel that swell of heart or when that roll of tear escapes the eye? Is it when the greenest eyed monster wraps its ardent hands around your heart and squeezes unmercifully ? Is it when the briefest thought of them raises the finest of hairs to tickle the length of your arm ? Is it when you find yourself on the same side of the table from them because the intensity of their gaze causes your color to shift to high alert ? Is it when they do something small and quiet in the still of the night? Is it when they leave your side yet remain in your vicinity ... but the sense of loss is palpable? Is it when they venture to understand you while delighting in your mysterious appeal? Is it a slow roll into idealism? Is it when those untended parcels burst their seams and instead of turning away, they embrace you in understanding? Is it when you see value in the art of manipulation? Is it when you scoot your long established notions over to make room for their backpack of life? Is it when you clash but can't wait to instantly meld? Is it when outright ear smoking oyster steaming mad makes you feel downright hot steamy kissy? Is it when you are alone but you can feel their absence sitting by you? Is it when you know they are looking at you, but you aren't looking at them? Is it when your eyes lock and nothing else exists in that place and time?

That was how I was feeling in 2008, and during chunks of 2009, but today in 2010, I take issue with Cupid. I think Cupid is nothing but a low down dirty trickster, and if I ever lay my hands on him, I am gonna clean his clock!

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