June 27th, 2010

My darling, 

I lay on my bed, hungry and exhausted.  And while the wind blows outside and my parents bicker inside, I can think only of you (and of how hungry I am--I eat plenty).  My dear, you are the thought that circles my mind always.  You are the rock on which I have chosen to stand.  I love you dearly and always will.

Yours always and forever,
Vivi

My One

He is to me the love bountiful tender

His face covered in acute black stubble

Busker who joins my night is my lover

Brings with him a touch so loving, feeble

It is clear he was destined for the greatness

Sleek August wind rush, fated wonder

Bundles for sweet Latin prodigiousness

Ruined bonds that create avid thunder

Nude whispers like the sun shines at midnight

Strange person who sings with chords of alloy

Grass falls toward the sky moonless sunlight

Chanted touch, he is a magic Yule toy

Controversial man of thoughts lost in skill

Love so deep it fulfills my greatest thrills