Friday, January 29, 2010

sherbetsheets


Dear John,

I have this dream I'm embarrassed to share with you. I dream about being in a big bedroom with tall ceilings and a large bed. The window has soft curtains that breathe in and out with the breeze and the bed is dressed in soft sheets that are all the kinds of colors of sherbet. It's late afternoon and there's a record playing in another room. We're laying on the bed with our shirts mussed up around our torsos. Maybe I'm smoking, though I'm not trying to do too much of that. Maybe you're humming. Other than the sounds these little activities make there is just the lull of the fan. A floor fan. A large, old, square, floor fan. On low. With some magnets stuck to it. We lay in bed and play accordingly until the light changes and we get up to make food or go read in another room, such as the room with the records.
It's a sweet dream. It's almost too sugary to share. I just want to lay around in bed with you in the perfect conditions. I'd like to wait until evening and make some honey chicken and green beans. I'd like to find a decently comfortable couch and some lamps and carry on relaxing into the night. Maybe then we could take a walk, sometimes holding hands, going at a steady, even pace. When we came home, I could say my legs got cold and you could hurry me back upstairs to bed.
Instead, you've moved far away and we share text messages, not pillows. You're introducing some important speaker tonight and you asked me about ties. I imagine you'll use a podium. I'll be babysitting and carrying on with kids. I'll let them stay up late and I'll think about you wearing your tie and using your podium. You'll probably send me a message after expressing how well it went and I'll feel a little angry because I just want to be lying around in a nice bed with you.

Love,
Me

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Smoking and Waiting


Dear John,

Remember the part where I said you were my moon?

Yeah well, I changed my mind.

You fucking suck.

Learn how to text message.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Oh There You Are



Dear John,
I love you.
Loving you makes each day better.
Loving you makes flowers smell better, and waking in the middle of the night surrounded by your arms the best part of my day.
You have caused a ridiculous flutter in my heart beat that has redefined its source of rhythm
Can I have you forever.


loose change



Dear Joan,

You know exactly 'that which has passed'- and that's barely nothin'! just a couple of smooches, a few neck nuzzles and just a bit of back/hip touching- all of which for some reason won't leave my head! I can't tell if I've thought about the softness of yr lips or hips more...

What I do know on the other hand, is that life is tough and mundane and there are only a few experiences which can really pull me momentarily away from it. The raw sensation of touching another human, kissing, this fleeting moment of becoming one with another is truly one of those few instances of ecstatic bliss bestowed upon us. There has recently been a spark, a small flame between us (although I've kinda felt it for years? maybe just me though...) but we'll sweep out the ashes if we need to....

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

IV



Dear John,

Good night, you are my moon!

Friday, January 1, 2010

Two magpies


Dear John,

When you touch me, even for just a moment in some small delicate way, I feel contented. When I hear you speak, I feel soothed. And when your eyes look into mine, I melt.