To be alive and breathe and move
And eat and drink and speak
And read and write
Is mighty fine indeed,
But when I think of you,
I would prefer to be inanimate.
The tiny house wherein you live,
The pillow on which you dream,
The tub you bathe in,
The soapy sponge you rub
On your arms, your thighs, your other body-parts,
The towel that around your waspish waist you wrap,
The jeans and bra you wear,
The table at which you eat,
The spoon from which you sip,
The chair on which you sit,
Are not these inanimate things more alive
Than me?
Oh, would that I were your toothbrush, so you would kiss me thrice a day!
boy with a hat 
Simply adorable ~
Lovely, and what a wonderful thought. The images this invokes is really quite stunning.
Nice!.
If Susie says it, then it must be so!
🙂
Great imagery!!!
There’s yearning and then there is innocence. Beautiful! 🙂
Which predominates? 😇
It’s a beautiful blend of both. I really cannot pick one over the other.
Very nice work. It seems to me to have layer upon layer of fine, translucent thoughts where one can see through every layer to the subject covered so well. My secular real world is pushing aside my digital persona and shouting, “Gnarley Dude!”, with two thumbs up.
I tip my hat to you!
I just realized you may refer to the painting. It’s not mine! Haha.
Ahh, the painting. It fit so very well with your words. Complete package, well done.
Do you draw your own paintings?
Alas no, I cannot draw a straight line with a ruler. Usually I give credit to the artist but in this case I could not find out his name.
Ah. If I may, did you specifically attempt to put some thought behind these, or is it closer to the realm of general “musings” and starry eyed emotion?
I just wrote it. Not sure about anything else.
That’s lurve with a capital L. Very touching.
Let us hope she reads it, else all’s in vain!
That’s charming. The imagery is really unusual, but it reminds me of something… maybe Greek mythology? There’s a lot of stories about the Gods transforming into inanimate objects to be with the mortals they love.
You are right, but I cannot say I thought much about those bearded Greeks when I devised this. About a woman in particular, yes. 🙂
Amazingly beautiful
WOW, Its really Touching and I cannot resist to say: You`re incredible. Good Luck!
I blush.
I’d rather be a kitten. She’d undoubtedly cuddle that more than a toothbrush.
To be kissed thrice a day! Would you would deny the object of your affection the closeness and protection of your presence, the scent of your shirt and your hair, and that all-important touch, those brushings of fingertips, of arms, of lips? You surprise me. I had not thought you a selfish boy, but your insistence to be inanimate and unable to reciprocate the love you feel is disgraceful. What have you to say for yourself?
Alas, but I am short and frail? I need protection myself!
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Haha! Hello!
Love this….you speak so nonchalantly in this, yet so
intimate, some rising passion, sensuality….
Three times a day? I’m sure she would kiss you much more!