11 March 2009

Photographs

The only photographer I've ever been with was in high school. We weren't intimate. We didn't read our bodies like poetry. Never touched each other with a deliberate hand. I never asked her if the reason she like being behind a camera was owed to the fact that she wasn't in front of it. I wonder if I could recall what it felt like to kiss her, and how I rejected open mouth kissing because I felt I was bad at it. I also felt that I didn't love her. We never really love our first loves, do we?

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  1. Perhaps you would appreciate my wallpaper art on Ping Desktop / Laptop Wallpapers:
    http://screenfonds.blogspot.com/
    Heavily Babe oriented, I guess it's mostly for men.
    Gender neutral, and certainly no less important to me is my poetry on Single Swingle:
    http://singleswingle.blogspot.com/
    Miscellaneous personal philosophy on Window Mirror:
    http://winmir.blogspot.com/

    - Peter Ingestad, Sweden

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