Missed Connection: Lady at Rosslyn Starbucks

Arlington VA

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I was at the Rosslyn Starbucks last week and we made eye contact. I said the the below (and you smiled, and arched your back. You took we silently looked into each others eyes for a minute, but then the moment was gone). If you are this lady, please contact me. Just as the sun rises in the East to open and govern the day, so too does the arc of dark sensuality rise by my side each dawn. It is only with temperance, a balancing of my Yin and my Yang, do I maintain alignment with your misty orbs of light. Thee orbs govern mine passions, and keep them a cable-tow’s length from my erstwhile fiery passion, my untamed rage. Which I could neither steer across a narrow coffee table nor a vast meadow under the dark, all-encompassing sky. And as the fiery orb of day traverses the celestial sky, your misty orbs of light keep me a gentle hostage to thy love. As that, the fiery orb, falls out of favor, lost to the evening disk that governs Orion, Aquarius and Aries, mine focus remains on these, your misty orbs of light. Like the Moon, my being uncovers craters in my living Rough Ashlar. With my Chisel, I give form and regularity to my mass of unwieldy metaphoric crevices to access the Great Lights that I may find your misty orbs of light when tomorrow’s dawn arrives with the fiery orb of day in tow.