Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around you...."
When next we meet, let's meet for forever. Let's be the sun and moon and clouds and the rain.
I miss the sly glances, the deep sighs of comfort, and the long, slow, intimate kisses.
I hope you don't mind if I smell your hair and breath in that whole "you" smell.
I look forward to holding hands in the small rain, walking along a jetty or a beach and running back inside when it starts to pour. We'll towel dry each others hair and kiss deeply and enjoy a glass of wine, listening to the rain pelt my roof.
I will cook for you and pour you wine. And we can sip and sup together long into that gentle night.
Sweeping off feet may ensue.
Please be very pretty and somewhat thin or a tiny bit curvy is fine. And be ready and emotionally available, I am. I was born in Kansas but grew up here (in Middleboro).