in_the_kayak i Drifting among the lilypads and gently swaying reeds, accidentally dripping cool water from the paddle down my legs and feeling it touch my panties, as you flirtaciously (in your eyes, I'm sure, in a purely amicable and gentlemanly way) asked some girls for the time - "Thank you, ladies" - you decided that with your superior strength, you would go onwards, go farther, turn around the next bend where I was too weak to paddle to, and I flew off angrily towards the shore intending to beat you there. I floated at one point, drifting nowhere, looking up at Mr. Blue Sky, and I abruptly knew with absolute certainty that you weren't the one for me, that we would soon part, and while I loved you truly, wholeheartedly, terribly, I couldn't always be your girl. The sense of sudden unrequited pain, the nervous incommunicado that brought about our end, the week of limbo in which you scared me in a way I had always hoped to scare you - it pushed that memory into the darker recesses of my brain. But I remember now. I remember being in the kayak with the sun kissing my skin, holding all my sacred dreams and holy moments with you fanned out like a pack of cards, seeing the freedom of that big sprawling blue, and knowing that it wasn't forever. beat you back 050216 what's it to you? who go blather from