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I remember the kiss in the book store. I remember watching you walk away. I watched you for a long time. I knew you were going back to hang out with Steve. In retrospect I understand that was the right answer. But that was back when rejection was still painful. And it hurt like hell. Now your kiss still lingers with a freshness that still warms me.

The Honored Queen

We met at the Biochemistry building, but we were looking for Quantum Mechanics. I remember it like it was yesterday. Perhaps it was. I remember how I swam in those feelings of love. And you gave me a necklace like the kind the angels wear. I would never take it off. But you would take off your sweater... and you would watch me watching you.

But it's deeper, isn't it. It's so much deeper than even that. Sometimes it scares me because I know I'm falling and there just doesn't seem to be any bottom. There is no landing, is there? The expected landing never happens. You just fall faster and faster.

I'm getting to know you better now. I'm so happy that you have let me into your garden. I cannot read your mind. I cannot tell the future with cards or crystal balls. I don't know how to get closer to you now. But, here, in this garden that so many fear, the joy of your presence is my celebration. I want to be closer to you. Can you help?

The White Stag

You are like that shy white deer that I can't help tracking.

When we were together last night it was like a hurricane in my soul. There was nothing to hang on to. Nothing could stand up to those winds. There was nothing to do but just let go and let your presence toss me around like a twig in the gale winds.

Now the storm is gone. You are safely tucked away someplace else. And I can't help following you. Lately, as we have found time to get close, I have felt the light of your soul a little more deeply. I feel you sewing the wings onto my back. I will soon be flying in those winds.

I will follow you. You are my dream. You are my rainbow.

Your Beauty

Your beauty has split me wide open.
Put me on the scale. And then wrap me in a receiving blanket and carry me home.

Some Things I Miss

Your pony tail, the moles on your neck, your arms, the place on your leg where the motorcycle bit you, your smile, your presence

A Prayer

Please come back to me. Please.

Love Without Vowels

It was only my time spent with hebrew that would allow me to make the connection here. The ancient Hebrew was written without vowels. So I start to think if you take the English word Love and spell it without vowels, you get LV, your initials.

It was the consonants that gave rise to meaning.

The Moral Value of Beauty

All of the most worthwhile things evade language, evade the intellect.
That is, they don't make sense and you can't explain them.
To fall in love with you, to fall in endless, boundless love with your beauty, is beyond words and beyond the intellect. But it is the what I am made of. It is who I am.
And it is good.

The Strength of My Desire

Those who control their desires have desires weak enough to be controlled.
--William Blake

Desire is that force within us that drives us to do and to create. And to be more deeply. And to love. Desire is a force of nature. Like will. That's why there was no hesitation and no self control. That's why I opened up to you so completely.