a discussion....or a poem....or a rant....or...an i dont yet

[YABYUM]

to the woman who makes me not spell women....

you. only you matter. matter as a word means all things. I think.

when I saw you, I knew.
When you spoke to me. I knew.

All the phone calls fucked up high on beer or cocaine with stories of why I left and where I was and how you made me think, and oh how you made me do my favorite thing......fuckin talk.....you made me buy cheap ass cell phones just so i could hear you.

I told you all of this when the phone was dying.

I wasnt ready.

I needed more country
I needed more fuckin fuck ups and dark aloney loads heavy.

I kept emailin and callin and you kept talkin and makin me talk
and i loved you and i missed you and i wasnt ready to......

here we are now. Kittens, new home, love beyond a kelly.
oh how you know all the hers names.

I die in your arms. I lust you. I tell you every fuckin travelled thing.
you love me still.
you love me, still.

you are just 14 steps up from me. warm as amniotic. last night you put your knees in my back cause the room was cold

i loved you more
More, more than what I thought was love

i'll end. I love you. sleep well. I am down here nursing our kitten who lost here ovaries today.

i am working forever for you. i am doing forever for you. i am for you.....

[Arcadia]

yabyum!! is so sweet to read you writing that way!!! wow!!!