love_triangle Annie111 I always kind of wanted to be in one, call it a sick fantasy. Now I am sort of in one (I guess if you used a loose definition) and it's not much fun. I am not completely torn in half yet. It's more of like, a triangle with no base. / It's like a water molecule. 011218 ... ClairE Call it a tug_of_war. When you sit in the middle of a seesaw, you really get bounced around. 011218 ... cube ClairE babykins, the middle of a seesaw moves very little. you'll want to rethink that analogy ... 011218 ... ClairE When I was little the bigger kids would claim the seesaw and tell me to sit in the middle. The only way could stay on would be to straddle it and it hurt like a fucker. Your fingers could be pinched and sometimes you'd fall in the shavings. 011218 ... sweetheart of the song tra bong Mine's more of a heptagon, or an octagon really... geometric love. 011218 ... cube bong either lives the communal life, enjoys group sex parties, or keeps a stable of lovers ... 011219 ... Continuous Light the sad thing is, she doesn't even know. i am caught in the net that he weaves with his clever eyes and gentle touch while she sits at home, wondering, no doubt, where he is. i would just walk away, but i see the way he looks at me. unbridled longing in the firedims of his heart. and i laugh because fate is cruel and unyielding. her heart a stone cast out to sink ships as well as hope. the word love lingers unspoken, disowned, and irrelevant in the back of my mind. there will be no love from him, of this i am certain. unfortunately it doesn't seem to matter at the moment. i am caught, simple as that. no alternative, no way out for now. and all i can do is give him respect for his decision. although he wishes to be free, he remains chained. all for the love of a child. fate sits back, laughing like the bitch she is, just taking in the looks of her handywork... knowing had he just been unfaithful to no purpose, i would have turned from his handsome smile long since. i know i must turn soon regardless, before i give myself over to him completely. but i wait. hoping for fate's forgiving side, should it even exist. i hope for some miracle to bring us together, outside of these late collisions when we come together with desire. i want to take your hand and not worry about who is watching. 011219 ... jane Love Triangle Part I in retrospect, i had gone too far. in retrospect, i keep thinking, "was there any point last night when i didn't feel intoxicated, either by alcohol or your glance in my peripheral vision?" or the music. pouring my drink into his so that he would be oblivious to his surroundings, namely you & me, so maybe once while he was in the back or in the bathroom, maybe i would have a slight chance of stealing a kiss from you. because i'm not going to resort to footsie under the table. & then we let him pass out on the couch. you stared at my mouth while i whispered violently, stole a kiss. we were interrupted; i was elevated & confused. & now i have to call you to apologize for putting you in that position, to say, "call me when you want to meet on your own terms," to give up, defeated. Part II A telephone ring—the screen, his name, Not yours Thinks, maybe this time, She’ll go out to dinner. I say that I’m not eating, Or that he reminds me of my father, Anything. But maybe, this seventeenth time He’s asked me, I’ll go. He takes pleasure in his delusions. Do I take them away? Wishing on eyelashes, curled & black Like a letter to Santa Claus up the chimney. I’ll go to watch on Friday In Alphabet City With a wig, hat, & sunglasses. A spy in the corner To avoid his desolate glances. Sips of beer and bass lines, Backup, and the music you play Framed in blond curls I’ve only touched once. 041017 ... mourninglight I love you you immerse yourself in your solitude and solitude..chases..me.. 041018 ... sab bizarre 041018 ... magicforest for once...I am not in one! skips and claps 041019 what's it to you? who go blather from