"A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world." — Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
I'm in love with all of them. The way they smell, the way they talk, the way they feel. They've all been my greatest love affair and they haunt me forever. One night, one year, a passing glance, doesn't matter. It's about living in the moment of joy and love with complete surrender. Knowing perfectly well that forever is not always an option or even a thought.
"Life must be rich and full of loving--it's no good otherwise, no good at all, for anyone." — Jack Kerouac (Kerouac: Selected Letters: Volume 1 1940-1956)
I long to know their secrets and bury my face in their skin. Every time, when all said and done, the scent lingers. The memory remains. I am eternally gilded by their caress though sometimes the tarnish does begin to show. A little polish a little self love and more determination to love again to not bruise or break in the aftermath.
It's all a part of the adventure, giving in to divine intuition, inertia, energies colliding. Sometimes the force is too powerful to pull away from while other times it's just a light tug at boredom. There is no room for regret in great love affairs as they are what they are and end in graves. But to keep dreaming of the next embrace is all I need to remember the capacity to love is ever growing.
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