Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear Barra

We first met one year ago today. A friend, who spoke very highly of you, ultimately, introduced us. We knew our time together was short, so we didn't waste a minute, getting to know one another.

You treated me like I was special.

You made me young and weightless again. You picked me up and tossed me high like a rag-doll and you caught me in your loving arms. You soothed me, strengthened me, exhausted me, reenergized me, again and 
again. The perfect lover.

And then, even after extending our time, professing our love, when it came time, we, lovingly, said goodbye. Moving on...getting it together until, perchance, we meet again.

Perchance we meet again? What the fuck does that mean? Perchance we meet again? Yea, though I walk through the valley of... Yea, I'm the the Queen of Velcro. I'm the Queen of Moving On. Done it my whole life! Why can't I go a day without you? A day where I don't miss your arms...your legs...wrapped around me. Your love tossing and tumbling, your waves washing over me. Shrieks of delight!

Welcome back to the real world, they say. NO! NO! You ARE my real world. My truth. I and me!

I never dreamed that I would not be with you now. Our bodies, our spirits, entwined.

Oh, it all comes out in the wash, I always say. Be here's all one day, man.

What does it mean?

To harm none
   Give me my life
           My reality

I miss you my Barra...