Thursday, 8 November 2007

Mind Over Matter

I don't need a medal, a memento, or award
No monument to prove I was desired
I don't need a trophy to assure me I'm adored
I simply close my eyes to be inspired.

7 comments:

Freddy said...

I quite like mementos.

But I could never go so far as an acquaintance of mine who, in his bachelor days, had a small box under his bed in which he kept the pubic hairs he had shaved from his various conquests.
That was a weird night the night he showed me them. Even weirder the next day meeting the blondes from his office and thinking 'I know your true colours'....
In my defence, I was very drunk.

Luka said...

Mementos are all very well, but there is a danger of them replacing the actual event in significance, for some. They take on an almost fetishistic element.

As for the public hair collector - was he planning on stuffing a cushion or something?

Luka said...

Ooh, I wrote public instead of pubic! I am a big old hungover Luka.

bittersweet me said...

Memories are the sweetest mementos. If only mine was more reliable *sigh*

Tom Paine said...

Memory is superior to most souvenirs, but.... I still like the panties I saved from my last trio....

Luka said...

Hello Tom! You are not alone, I know of others (men, of course) who share that particular peccadillo. Men seem more predisposed to want tangible evidence, sensory stimulation, to make their memories more immediate. Women just don't have that same urge to pocket a pair of gaudily stained y-fronts and rub them on their bits later.

Fernando said...

I used to keep momentos but never really sat around reminiscing with them once the tryst was over. And, one gal I really liked found my big box of 'trophies' and was totally disgusted that I objectified past relationships. She left and now all I keep are memories.