Just got in Tennessee a few days ago and, sadly, this is my first opportunity to post. I look like Keith Richards on a good day, and have that Nikki Sixx hair that makes me drooool. The bed is soft, warm and loves me as I sit cross legged on the bear comforter. Suction, that little grey cat that Soldier and I created in Build-A-Bear is wearing combat fatigues and laying beside my foot. If I could snap my fingers and you’d be here, my wouldn’t that be a dream?
You said your dream last night was that I returned to your apartment, and you had a bubble bath ready on a scalding level (because only I enjoy scalding water. I never told you why, but I’ll explain in the next paragraph) in which you lit candles and murdered the lights. You joined me and we cuddled, connecting on another “naked together but not having sex” way. Then you admitted you forgot the rest of the dream but you can assume where it went.
I love the scalding water (because I promised to disclose) because it was the best way to get rid of my pain. Both bodily and in my soul. I’d turn the water as hot as possible hoping to blister off these touches that tainted. Hoping to erase memories. And as time went on, the water grew hotter and hotter until now, the room will fill with steam and still I am not satisfied. They have excellent water heaters here in Tennessee. I can’t even get it to go all the way over.
“Crawling Across Sand to Sunshine”
Give me a smile to steal
and carry inside my heart.
I promise this isn’t the last
song I will sing to you in the
dead of the night.
This is the wonderful beginning.
These are the hopes, my
wide awake day dreams,
the wishes we swore went into
fountains everywhere on borrowed change
and onto the wings of airplanes
or shooting stars.
Watch as the world collides with the sun,
You swore you love me until this deed is done.
Watch my lips,
they whisper “This is enough.”
I can’t walk, so I run.
I can’t speak, so I scream.
I can’t just touch, so I love.
(Much love, details and pictures later.)