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writegirl@altavista.com
Hello in there,
Man of my heart, Man of my forever...you full-on freaking dazzle me.
I may not always get what I want. Who does. It’s an impossibility. Who can resurrect the dead, create wisdom in my brain, give me the “perfect” child, wipe away my lingering pain? No one. We are not gods. That is the ragged grimy part of humanness that we endure.
Oh, but love, here’s the important part:I do what I want. Some of that is cost-due to my parents. I don’t mean the inheritance. Well the money does matter, but more deeply I am talking about their willingness to not need to control and temper my spirit into something more manageable, robotic. They gave me the greatest gift:allowed me to be. And you my love have given me the second part, the adult part. When I spent years grasping at straws, trying to find my own signature, you waited. You backed me not with money or oohs and aahs about my lifeless work. You just stood there, silent, strong as a mountain, growing more profound, getting ready for me.
Our dance has been one of coming together, intense, words of the mouth, rich pleasures of the flesh, and much separateness, times, nights, days, weeks, yes, even months, when you let me have time to wander into my brain. Your gifts have been what I could only dream of. Somehow, you so much wiser than me, knew all along.
Crazeegirl has been tempered. Now I can see.
You have chased me with deliberate desire. And now, I my love am willing to fully accept a life with you. The real question now is: Will you let me, a rambunctious girl that sees breath-taking brilliance in all of this sadsick world, pour all of my love into you? Be my vessel?
Revi