Be My Distraction…

Life

the breathing of it

The rise of your chest, expanding

as each exhale deflates me

Life

the beating of it

The way your heart pounds

with the racing of my pulse

Life

the moving of it

How your smile erupts

and lands upon my lips

Life

the looking of it

The way your eyes see that

which is so deeply hidden in me

Life

.

.

.

beckoning me to face reality

more than I want to right now

and yet

I need you

to be

my

distraction

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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