2009-07-27 - 11:43 a.m.
Intuitively, I imagine your essence to be something that constantly pulls, bends, yields, and reshapes itself to derive qualitative expertise on what it means "to be."
You ease into fissures of understanding where the unsuspecting are deflected.
What consumes is the notion of testing your supple flexibility:
To drink your deeply flowing wine, resting only after I've seen the blush in your cheeks, and felt your breath through parted lips.
