>so this morning i talked with him. on the phone. miraculous. i could hear the smile in his voice, the familiarity, the sincerity, the laughter. slightly over the monthly quota. twenty minutes? expense well worth. i miss him so much. it’s as if the mexican sunshine flowed from his words straight into my heart. throb, warmth, radiance.

dear, join me for the fireworks. stand on the roof as the breeze plays with that dark curl near your left eye. i dive into the pool; you soon follow, causing a tremendous splash that refreshes skin with sad beautiful drops. tell me what is real. i dont want anything less than what you can give.

oh yes. happy birthday, america. may true freedom ring.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: