again strapped down by time constraints, my mind aches to share more (not to mention the dreams of the heart, but that's another story and maybe bi is right and wrong, maybe love is warped or perverse, but still, the fundamental things do apply) as time goes by and I shall, somehow, someway...

email continues to surprise and delight me (which is infinitely scary and that has me inappropriately giggling at the fact that I am giggling publically when the giggles are secret giggles, so shhhhh, don't tell anybody who can look into my eyes unless they see the rainbows through the tears too and if you have the time, all the references not linked will become even more clear than those linked)...

my fingers are freezing... it's wonderful (temporarily)... all the wondows are open... who said this is Florida?... I would love to share this night with you, a stroll through a park, a comfortable blanket, staring at the stars (which are your favorites?... which do you know?... show me?)... I would love to hear your voice whisper secrets, share tears that need shedding, find laughter in the sharing and amazement in finding renewable trust in our hearts... I would love to feel your truths beating in your chest, to see your spirit coming through your eyes, to believe in you as you are believing in me... I would love to feel you warm your hand in mine, or mine in yours, as the case may be tonight...

did you ever share pockets with friends?...

I wish I had more time to spend with you, to get to know you better, to let you find me in my ramblings, to build the bridges of understanding and compassion that create true friends and even lovers if mutual attraction is discovered in physical spaces...

this entry is dedicated to anyone out there caring to read, and caring to love, and especially those of you who left me messages, waiting in my email, or voicemail, or mailbox... wishing you were right here sharing the crystal clear night does not bring you here, but perhaps someday we will find time to visit each other and share the walk, the talk, the smiles... I would so much like that...

tonight, as once again I must rush to prepare for work, I offer you a sincere, if casual embrace...

a hug...

may it warm you as much as imagining receiving yours warms me...

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(just let me know you were here)