"Becka, the light glistening through my blinds on a cool fall morning. Becka, my companion in my dreams of running off to far away places to meet lovers, friends and enemies. Becka, my butterfly fluttering around my fingers, dancing with the illuminated dust. Becka, my sweet, my love, my hero, my friend. Becka. Darling. You're perfect."
"hey becky....
you were most unsuspectingly(if thats a word) beautiful... you'r obviously photographicaly (if thats a word) beautiful.... but in person... you were realisticaly(if anything is spelled right?).. more beautiful than suspected...!?.... (: thanks for making an appearance at the the show... it was certainly my pleasure to meet you....
........we should be closer friends, and share some adventures together at some point... i love you'r writing, and style... happy birthday, and take most excelent care of yourself, miss beckadarling....
you'r pal,
chip"
She told me her lips were pink. I imagined them the color of ripe red plums, dripping with dew from the autumn frost.
She strokes her index finger along her bottom lip, leaving pink color under her clear, glossed nail. Her smile widens as she smears her finger down my cheek. I watch the light intensify the different shades of brown weaved throughout her hair.
She turned, eyebrow cocked, blew me a kiss as the wind tousled her skirt around her knees.
She disappeared in the magnolias during a thunder storm."
dreamstar
Greensboro, NC
May 2004
JUL 06, 2005 05:38 PM