A Force of Nature …
He collects beauty.
He doesn’t let it go.
He devotees himself to creation and recreation,
Appreciation,
Curiosity,
And new ideas.
… he allows that which is provocative to turn him on.
He keeps it all to himself.
She feels the depth of life within her and follows her heart,
A force of nature.
She collects nothing but rather has a sense of everything in each moment.
All she is is beauty.
She shares it.
They sit apart from one another in the same house at the same time.
He’s collecting information …
Searching and finding and keeping.
She wonders how much porn he peruses, or if it’s more than just perusing.
She wonders if he’s into men fucking men.
She wonders if she’s pregnant.
Sometimes she just sits in front of her computer because he’s sitting in front of his and she doesn’t want to look like she’s not doing anything other than thinking about him.
She wonders if he competes with her focus when it’s there … or feigned … like she spins out around his.
She wonders if he is more comfortable tonight because she’s a little insecure.
She notices she’s more secure when he shows those little signs of insecurity.
He wonders if she’s happy.
Relationships fascinate her.
Fascinate is an understatement.
If she’s not careful relationships haunt her, overwhelm her, overtake her … they torture her.
He wonders if she loves him.
She wonders what he’s thinking.
She is beauty.
He doesn’t let go.