you should see her. she is so beautiful that sometimes i just want to cry in her lap. she’s bold and brave and intelligent and strange… i think that this is the first time in a while that i have really honestly looked forward to the Future. we’ll probably have to start a band or something… or become nomadic monk-poets… is there an entrance exam for becoming a sufi clown-mystic? (and is there such a thing as a sufi who is NOT a clown-mystic anyway?) i want to explore her deeply and passionately. i want to become her philonaut. i drink in every picture she sends and seeing the smiles pile up in Her folder just makes me shiver with delight. if i were a monkey, i’d be squealing, but i’m not so i sit here and count the hours and sigh. i breathe in the Pax-less air and accumulate wishes and hopes that she will come to me soon… yet even soon seems so distant, so far away. the number of laws i would willingly break for this woman is growing daily, although i’ll admit that i started out practically a felon in the first place.
someday i will hold her in my arms and we will read each other’s poetry and coo and smoke cigarettes lustily and play with our hands and after a while, make sick, perverted love all over the place.
i better buy some roses, and some plastic sheeting… and band-aids.
