And slightly sad, half-mad nevergirl is


just a 25-year-old who still wishes it would rain chocolates one day. No matter how many stilettos she learns to walk in and never mind that she breathes work and smells of stale potential, she’d always be half in love with peter pan and that secret, secret place not-so-little girls go to when they do not want to grow up or compromise their dreams.

    

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Salamat, salamat. Twenty-six is someplace scary, but you guys make it seem like something to forward to.

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Happy Birthday, Chin! Hope you got my text today. Anyway, have a blast. Know you are thought about. And loved. :)

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chinay, congrats sa bulinggit!!!! dayun ang tour? :) ssshhh oo, nagresign ko ;) farewell corporate layp.

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pa link ko balik maam. pramis d nko mag-usab ug link, hahah :P

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oi chinay! bueng. ;) adto mo ni faffy mo sa guimaras. when you mentioned about landmark, i remembered this statue sa iloilo na puno ug moss! hahaha.

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Poem #24

February 23, 2007

Sex Without Love

sharon olds

 

How do they do it, the ones who make love
without love? Beautiful as dancers,
gliding over each other like ice-skaters
over the ice, fingers hooked
inside each other's bodies, faces
red as steak, wine, wet as the
children at birth whose mothers are going to
give them away. How do they come to the
come to the come to the God come to the
still waters, and not love
the one who came there with them, light
rising slowly as steam off their joined
skin? These are the true religious,
the purists, the pros, the ones who will not
accept a false Messiah, love the
priest instead of the God. They do not
mistake the lover for their own pleasure,
they are like great runners: they know they are alone
with the road surface, the cold, the wind,
the fit of their shoes, their over-all cardio-
vascular health–just factors, like the partner
in the bed, and not the truth, which is the
single body alone in the universe
against its own best time.

 

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Previous Comments

sex without love.. animalistic urge… carnal need?? same question..how do they do it??

Posted by meredith at February 24, 2007, 7:39 am

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