Swoon Today: Lick Your Lips

What will make me swoon today?

What will I want to have not forgotten, crave to capture and relay

from a Moment bound up and delayed?

Five Days

Five days... Five precious days. One long weekend, Friday to Tuesday.

How's that for a whirlwind romance?

I think I have heard of fetishists who have sex by putting someone in a cage for a weekend. How much of the world has heard of ones who have sex by letting someone out? And then afterward leading them, solemnly willing, back into the paddock where tamed things live.

Five days plus... question mark. 

5 + ? 

But not now, not for now. Not for a while. The Unrestrained costs, though perhaps in some ways it is worth it. Creation always destroys, although what it destroys does vary, can be chosen and directed.

But you, dearest temptation, have a path you are invested in, and it is not to be flippantly disrupted. Not now.

I do understand.

Unsteady

So speak aloud to no-one then, and carol in the park
and let the normies stare at you.

It's not like you'll never see her again.

Let the time drag, let it tear at you, let it tear away pretty ideas, so pretty you can't bear not to share them — and bear it.

Let them be lost like days, like chances, like lives before we invent any given cure.

And write some down that move your spirit, sure.

But there are other ears to seek and other prizes to earn, and if they are not as sweet as her swoon, learn
to get by.

And if you are getting by only a little better than before this spell, why should that be anything to complain of?

There are more things in life that people should want than your joy.
There are more things in life that people should be than your toy.

But mark the difference, mark it well; sometimes is not never.

And waiting is not death,
for all that you may not be sure how to steady your breath.