June 14, 2004
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Your Voice Raises the Sun
At 7 AM you called to say "Good morning Baby!" The sun rose
precisely then. The warm aurora glow of your love opens my
smiling face revealing dew drops of laughter there.
You thought you had no point, just wanting to say hello, good
morning I was thinking of you. What thoughtless wonder,
beautiful grace, your words and deeds make ready a soft field
to lie down in; Lion and Lamb.
And I laughed and laughed - you touched me so - unexpected
soft kiss right where soul meets flesh, contract, tingle
and fly out of your skin, mind, ecstasy real in the moment.
"I just wanted to say hello!" and I wonder if I can flow back
down the phone lines to nibble at your ear with a "I love you
too!" You say you were thinking of me. I know. We can't
think without thinking about the other.
And it dawns on me. It is not the big stuff - the flowers,
gifts of Roses and Jewels but the small wonderful poignant,
impassioned, and utterly dull daily minutia that makes
it real and is the measure of us.
I wish you a great day and think of when we will be together
again; I love you too. And smiling like a fool I sit tall and
straight knowing I am the luckiest man in the world.
Comments (2)
That is a wonderful piece full of love....I can almost see it dripping off the lines.
I don't know how many preachers use "a steaming pile of shit" in their metaphores, hahahaha, it was awesome. Great way of putting it.
As for your post, Congradulations on becoming the luckiest man in the world. I've had a taste of what that's like and I long to go back there.
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