voice of an angel & my sweet dreams
im missing you @ 6:39 a.m. on 2003-01-30

miss|you

Talking to you. Hearing your voice...it's like flowers in church on Sunday morning...coffee at Starbucks...dinner under a pavillion by the river...sex in a dark motel room (where we didn't rent by the hour, but by the years)...

With you, there is no shame. I don't fear myself or you, but only the time that flies away with us...

My heart sinks down into my feet. It's as if for these moments, you're literally holding my heart...massaging its' every last beat, circulating the blood through the twisted arteries...

and kissing me at the same time... and controlling my mind...

Honey dew, ... that rests on the lips of the daffodil...until some stranger wipes it off.

be my stranger...
whisk me away...

I'm in awe. 100 jumping jacks did not drowned my excitement...
your voice swims in my head...

your voice that woke me from my 100 years' sleep...

your voice that allows me to dream again...

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Obviously, I talked to Tara last night. I called just a few after 8:30...time flew by. Before we knew it, it was 10 o' clock.

Thanks to her, I had some amazing dreams last night.

We were in my bedroom and she had brought me some sort of large poster and we put it up on the wall. We left the door open while I was bombarding her with kisses in bed and my mom walked by but pretended not to notice.
Then, she had to leave to get ready because we were going out to see a play that night.
Someone else was driving the car and her and I were sitting in the backseat,...touching hands in the dark. ::Sigh!::
I don't remember the rest.