letter now and breathing

it's 9 or so and i should be going home in an hour or two. i wish i was coming home to you. truth be told, at it all other ways, i'll probably fall right to sleep, maybe making it through ten or fifteen minutes of Cat on a Hot Tin Roof knowing god loves st. paul and god cherishes tenneesee williams with all the time and hope of the ages, rock-solid. i'll probably be watching him brood and knowing it's only cool when he does it and maybe james dean or brando. then i'll think how nice it would be to roll over and put my arms around you, how good your skin would smell, how nice it would be to be crowded onto the bed with you. there are three things which make that silly little list of best all-time feelings, and of all of the them, the best is lying down next to a woman knowing you are both there because you would rather be there than any other one place on earth.

after a few minutes i'll wear out and wonder if your asleep already and what your dreaming about and maybe i should make a guest appearance (cameo, as it were) and decide quite possibly against it, but wonder if i should have chosen to after all (this is the way of choices) and then pass slowly under that revolving light of rem sleep, phase three they called it in psych class but what did pavlov ever know about sleeping next to an amazing woman?

stay miraculous,

robert

2003-07-29 | 9:12 p.m.
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