everywhere we’ve ever been

It may have been a thousand years since the last time I sat on a bed writing.. or maybe 18 months … no terror in guessing where I’m sitting now..I am on a bed and I am alive in my comfort… me, alone but fully with you. .. I’ve written so many letters to you, from a far smaller bed. Those first day letters had a youth filled energy of wanting to get free. I wanted your heart before you were willing.. that’s me then and I guess it’s still me .. so I’m calling to you from here inside my own womb, where I dare not seek the feeling of childbirth, here inside this private airway.. it is me again hand between your breasts reaching and I am fully with you

We have said some things.. They sound like promises, but with each day and hour it is more obvious to me .. spoken promises aren’t as authentic as what we are, so, we are therefore not saying promises but instead fitting together like carbon in all the places you’d find life, connected …. your musical IQ is everything ..

If looking back you could say we tore some thing down .. but you have said it

We don’t look back..

someone said “look around at what you’ve built in such short time”. given the shorter days and the years between us .. you laugh into the weirdness of anyone saying “such short time”.. you have been patient