She whispered silkily in my ear, “Relax. You’re safe here.”
“Yes, I can be safe here. Relax,” my mind nodded agreement.
Yet my muscles tightened; my breath shortened.
My mind betrayed, I walked out, never to return.
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Tags: confused betrayal, personal, Rule One, thoughts
The Wilds of Ohio 
July 5, 2008 at 00:34 |
Wow, the poetry in you. Sometimes our minds lie to us, but our body rarely does.
July 5, 2008 at 04:13 |
back away slowly. do not make eye contact. be gracious. do not engage the Tar Baby. once out of range, run, do not walk, to the nearest exit. do not look back. Trust, trust, trust your instincts….
July 5, 2008 at 08:17 |
I like something new. More please, Gnu.
July 5, 2008 at 22:11 |
Ooh…good stuff! I like it very much. Yep, always trust your gut!
July 5, 2008 at 23:33 |
Interesting.
July 6, 2008 at 13:37 |
silverstar – it’s knowing which is lying and which is honest…as you said, trust the body (but can’t help listening to the mind
daisyfae – good advice for any Tar Baby…just trying to figure out which are the Tar Babies is all. and who screams loudest…the instinct or the mind or other male body parts…
dolce – unfortunately, i can’t just sit down and create stuff like this. it just sort of happens involuntarily (and always seems better when it does). alcohol may help
leavingevangeline – thank you…and i’m still learning to trust it
rob – yeah, turning down a woman? go figure! but the price was (is) too high