The back burner

Dear John,

I'm sorry that I string you along, put you on the back burner and reel you back when convenient. I don't know why I do it.

Breathing rapture

Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Soot and ash is stretched between
The sea and sky; these lonely islands
Kiss the buildings, black and silent.
Here my eyes look towards the brightest
Point of light, like some great sign.
And know the love--
I was reminded of the time I almost died.
But do remind you close your eyelids,
See the fine good colors that are left behind
Like flaming fingers tracing lines.
Oh, love is shaped like cities burning,
Sifting through the ashes after.
We will find your life in laughter,
Oh, the black and breathing rapture.

A few words from John

Dear Joan,

Thank you for the helpful and informative advice in regards to the precise location of your clitoris. I hope that all of those years I spent searching around the "bottom" were not too uncomfortable for you.... I'll try and do better.

In response, however, let me submit to you the following pieces of advice.

1) Hand Jobs -- I've been practicing these. A lot. If we're not in seventh grade and you give me more than 4 pumps.... I'm rolling my eyes at you. Oh, I understand that "you're really good at them" and "have a special technique" but bottom line: unless you're a Thai masseuse that's been averaging a bakers-dozen per day -- a hand job is a mans job. Thanks.

2) Blow Jobs -- Yes, that feels good. Yes, I like it. Quit asking. When I tell you "just like that" or "don't stop" -- pay attention! Rhythm and a positive attitude will get us both over that mountain. Spit or swallow? I'm not particular but I am giving you some advance notice so you can choose a route.... and... finishing me off with your hand isn't in my playbook. Remember the attention I showed you with my tongue only moments before you began the return? When that big O started I didn't reduce my efforts to merely my digits and you shouldn't either. See #1 if you're confused.

3) Sex -- You're going to think this sounds selfish but... I'm going to be selfish. I think you should be, too. Sure, it's a main concern that you get yours before I get mine... but... I can only do so much. Tell me what you need from me. Be honest with what you want. Faking is only going send us both marching in dizzy circles. I can take a little instruction, I can take a little playful rubbing, and I can take a little aggressiveness. You already know that I'm going to finish this race... I hope you know that it's all the more sweeter when you're right there with me. Too difficult? Sigh. You might be hopeless.


Love always,

John

Just Sayin'

To all the Johns out there,

Take note. Your first priority while visiting, make sure you know just where the Clitorious is. Once located you can pretty much get away with anything, tell it funny jokes, your favorite color... oh and do give plenty of kisses etc.

Come home

Dear John,

I'm waiting here on this glowing golden velvet. Waiting. Waiting for you to come. To see your face through the rain. I sit here silently. Excitedly. Smiling by myself with warm thoughts. And anxious flutters. Even after all this time, after all our long days together. This is what it is to feel, to embrace love. 

I Cannot

Dear Joan,

I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. Then close to me was the most lovely of all, your soft hair against my cheek, your kisses so cool and unearthly and my happiness was so great.

Eraser

Please excuse me but I got to ask
Are you only being nice
Because you want something
My fairy tale arrow pierces
Be careful how you respond
'Cause you'd not end up in this song
I never gave you an encouragement
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more you try the eraser
The more, the more
The more that you appear

You know the answer so why do you ask
I am only being nice
Because I want someone, something
You're like a kitten with a ball of yarn
And it's doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in
Doing me in

The more you try to erase me
The more, the more
The more that I appear
Oh the more, the more
The more I try to erase you
The more, the more
The more that you appear
No, you're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong