March 10 2000

Sweetheart

I sit in stillness, growing drowsy from the accrued tiredness..hours and days and weeks stretching into months and years of service...  without a thought to myself.. giving willingly and without measure... I am lulled by the sound of the rain against the window. I can feel each sinew and muscle in my body, feel the strength growing in my limbs and life pumping through my veins with each beat of my heart... the air gently filling my lungs.

I FEEL alive! I want to sing with it, laugh with it, maybe even try to fly.

I run a hand over the flat of my stomach... I feel my hip bones... run a thumb across them.. smiling gently, pleased with my body at the moment.

You sit beside me here, and there is no fear.. and no tension that shimmers between us in the air . You make me smile and sometimes laugh no matter what else troubles and ruffles me.

We cannot merely be friends, as much as we like each other along with the love. How can we become friends with the one person whose smile, whose laugh, the very memory of whose  smell and taste leaves you heavy with wanting????

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