A blog only for my lover

12.07.2005

 
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12.06.2005

Light as air

My love

You
want
to marry
me

You
think

Are
you
sure

I
love
you
intensely

I revel
in
your
desire
for
me

I
long
for you
hourly

I
too
wish
our
life
wasn't
measured
in
drams
and
drops

Droplets
that
sparkle
like jewels
nonetheless

Our
only
measure
of
reality
is the
increments
of
time
we've carved
inside
your
other life

Perhaps
we
should
stay
as we are

floating
in
our
bubble

12.04.2005


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My secret husband

Takes
sweet
care
of
his
secret
wife

12.03.2005

 
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Ma bebe

Makes me
come
like
I
have
an
on
and
off
switch

Only
he
has
the
code

12.02.2005

 
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For the want of a nail...

You
lament
what
might
be
lost
because
of
time
that
has
already
gone
by

I'm
thankful
for
a
love
I
thought
would
never
be

12.01.2005

The windows of the soul

When
we make love
all
I see
is the green
in
your
hazel
eyes

flecks
of intensity
driving
me on

11.30.2005

 
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What I can't do

I
want
to
give
you
a leather
valet
for the
top
of your
bureau

I want to give you
a locket
key
chain
with
a photo
of
me
in
it

A
monogrammed
money clip
sterling
silver

And
cologne

Acqua di Gio

But

I
can't
because

I'm
not
your
wife

11.29.2005

How ironic

We need
a
pied
a
terre

Tho
we
have
the whole world
already

It's
just
slightly
out
of
reach

11.28.2005

Highly flammable

I had to
do something
with
that energy
we were going to
harness
the universe with
today

There's more
seismic
activity
where that came
from

Our
thoughts
combined
could
knock
out
the
oil
industry

Never mind
energy farms in
the
desert

11.27.2005

 
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Birthday love

My
bebe
just came
and
gave me
something
only
he
can

It's
a present
for
our minds
to hold
when
we're
apart

touches
so
gentle

whispers
in place of
screams

holding
my breath
instead
of moaning

These
are
gems

I
pluck
from
my thoughts
when
I'm
missing
you

11.25.2005

 
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11.24.2005

 
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11.23.2005

Foresight can suck

My love
is
a complete
love

He
understands
me
implicitly

He
values me
as
I
value
myself

He
understands
the
measure
of
a
commodity

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Om mig

Mitt foto
I am an artist and lover of life. I believed completely, from a young age, in the demographers' prediction that one day the population of the world would become the color of coffee with cream.