Sunday Scribblings Photo

Young

Old

Mystery man

I borrowed this off your website, if you visit, please don't be offended! I took it with the best intention. Although I will anonymously credit you, I hesitate to divulge who you are! Oh and Happy Birthday too! Creepy eh?
But of course with your cyber intelligence no doubt can track right back to me. I just hope you don't!

Sunday Scribbling "Photo"

I almost restrained myself from publishing this post. I'm embarrassed these meandering thoughts surface on occasion. I've managed to squelch them for over three years now! It must be the dawn of spring that takes me back to that instant Attraction I felt when I first observed him. Just think of me as a secret admirer, rather than a weirdo! Somehow it seems the male version of these feeling are less gauche! Any logic of a connection would be insane! However it does make me question who I am!

Unknown

“Who are you?” a stranger might curiously ask.

I can’t say I could answer in specifics

Invisibly I trace my youthful face in one photo

Jumping ahead almost thirty years to the next

Still there is no sure answer

Nothing concrete

Too many bricks of complexity

Stacked tall,

Unlikely worth the catapult attempt

To a response

Still unidentified

Soul vicariously roams

Contemplating uncensored

Romance

With creativity

Yet at times

I feel a mysterious pinch

Wanderlust prodding

Me into cyber space

Skulking intelligence

Peering with insatiable curiosity

Devouring every word

Of his online journal

Like a ravenous female letch

Captivated by a

Man near half my age

I am left hanging

Betwixt

Wonder and lust

Left unsure

I can ever answer

Who I am!