March 1, 2003

March 01, 2003 1:11 PM

I wonder what love would taste like. It has been such a very long time. To go beyond where the bed sheets are a mess. I’m suspended in the memory of a kiss. I want to go where I have no memory. where it doesn’t hold any part of me. I want to kill the storm of a memory. I’m a dreamer. I’m not alone even though “I’m by myself.” I’m not alone even though I need a taste… I wonder what love would taste like. It has been such a long long time. . . Listen to me. A friend wrote to me recently about his new in-love. He perceived me as flippant ? impersonal ? when I suggested that what he wrote sounded like ” When J. Met …XYZ (initial changed to protect the guilty).” My friend said I sounded impersonal? What is IN LOVE beyond the initial drug induced euphoria ? Pardon me if I say give it time and not rush in. It is what separates the man from the boy, the woman from the girl. Lust is not love. Are you reading this ? Your filters are not my concern but the TASTE OF LOVE ? mmmmmm, YES. YES. YES. YES. YES. Make time stop.

X X X X X X i’m waiting for your kiss.