The Rain Drinker

Driving 5

Your taste and touch are still with me, dancing on my tongue and my skin. You are my everything girl, all of the time. 

♡

fill my open heart 

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Come here for kisses. I have many, and they are all for you, saved up in a little gunny sack, getting all confused as they can’t figure out their purpose. Sometimes they start arguing with each other, and then I have to remove the trouble makers—such antagonism will never touch your lips, cheeks, breasts, vagina. Only the peaceful, patient ones are allowed to stay. But hurry soon, my love. I have described you in loving detail, waxed lyrical about your beauty, your laughter, your startling green eyes. Each kiss longs for you, and grows richer and more passionate as each day passes. Soon they will burst out of their temporary home and fly wildly in a thousand directions seeking you. Come here, my love, and I’ll release them one by one, right on target.

My beautiful love. I feel far away, and I long to hold you close to me again. Electronic pulses and virtual images don’t suffice, don’t fill me the way your beating heart can do, your soft tummy, gurgling in my ear, your smell wafting up my nose, stirring my passion. Sometimes I fret, and feel disturbed by our differences, our age, our life experiences, our generation gap, and I worry about my own healing, still so new to me, so tender and vulnerable—but then I remember the feeling of being with you, the peace I wake up with in the morning, the happiness I feel discovering you there beside me, with your little snores and your big mess of hair, and I believe our love will conquer all. I am naive, perhaps, but so happily so, that I’m willing to plunge in deep with you, and let the future play itself out as it will. I love you.

I am a man who has lost his words. They disappeared into your various moist, warm openings, blending into your blood stream and courting your synapses. My mind is calm and my hands come together in little prayers, willing you beside me, if only in laughing pixels. The words will sort themselves out, regenerate, give birth to new ideas, mingled with your scent. In the meantime, my eyes will do all the work, gazing into yours, talking love words and nonsense, until we meet in flesh—upon which time my mouth will wake up and hunt for those renegade words, and their offspring, wherever they may be hiding.

Why I love you

you are… unafraid, open, forgiving, young, sexy, loving, beautiful (face, hips, tummy, vagina, breasts, back, feelings…), funny, delightful, innocent, wise, childlike, green eyes, open heart, emergent woman, pretty smile, and all your everythings

and for your little song, and your drippings, and your hands in my pee, and the way you farted in the rejection room, and how you hid in the closet, and your smokey kisses

and I like that lonely old man you hang out with.

Let’s smoke a cigarette and then make out. And eat chocolate.