What a dream...Definitely tell me more
I see us walking the streets of New York where we buy tons of magazines and sift through them one morning as we have breakfast I see your head on my chest and us talking for hours in a tub.
You know it so very interesting how you just stay in my mind, how I just desire you so. I just feel so connected to you, almost as if in our past lives we were something for each other, and our beings are overjoyed that we are communicating now. It drives me nuts sometimes. When I looked at your photo I just saw how utterly beautiful you are and how it pours through those fingers that rests on that sink. You are the culmination of what my lover is in this life and beyond.
and we have not touched.
I sometimes try to heavily question it; attack it in my mind, in my poems (some of which has shown up on my blog(2), strangers who have found it told me to embrace you* laughing) trying to best control myself I just can't believe how much I have sunk into you. How much I have fallen for you (the CD you sent with those seeds were something else for me) It can be overwhelming at times and I want to run from it; hide thinking it can't be real. I feel not worthy....I know I know I am drama filled. But I am so passionate and I am sorry for pouring too much of my sun on you, but it excites me.
In person I would be a little boy and probably say little....my writing is my refuge...sigh.
It's interesting how we have so much in our lives it is so perfectly place there so we can just be out of each others reach; enough to raise our temperatures. I've said this once before, that is why there is Virginia Wolf, Sylvia Plath Shakespeare and Picasso etc. this is where love Stories and heartbreaks come from; this adoration; this love.
Remember whatever you need I am there for you.
MER
