Saturday, April 29, 2006

mutiny

dreamy elusive smile
weary sparkling eyes
inexplicably alluring stubble
understated beauty, grace, calm

The heart hung up on the head and skipped a beat. Shaken by betrayal, the head turned to lash out on the mouth, who'd already set off on a mission of its own. The eyes, refusing to be left out, mimed frantically (and utterly out of sync, of course). The neglected rest was salvaged (savaged?) by a rusty klutzy autopilot.

[10.47 Sat 18-Sep-2004]

The height of my confusion conveniently coincided with thesis-writing month. No prizes for guessing which won out.

Brunei Prince was everything, over and above what I needed to accomplish Project Denial. Yet nothing could stop what was to follow from being set in motion. Must tell him one day.

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