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I am home from my trip to AZ. Sigh...

I don't know where to start, so I won't even try right now...

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Brian, my Love, my Kindred Spirit, your eyes send my blood into a raging boil. My passion explodes and my prison falls away like gossimer. I want to crawl inside your sweet mouth as it screams poetry from our terrace in Jerome. To live in your belly, belly, belly, tendrils of my hair gently carressing your heart, would be my Paradise.

I miss your saucer-eyed fur-baby. I miss your unlocked door. I miss your pouty lips, and your piercing eyes. I miss our nakedness. I even miss the the dreaded heat. The cold is not so comforting to me anymore. It is now the emptiness of you from my arms. We truly rule each others kingdoms. We are newborns, and both cut fine forms holding the riding crop. We are both "high on life", a la Rasputina.

You've torn me open and given me, the real me, freedom. You've shown me what it is to actually participate in my own life. I will always love you for that.

In fact, I will always love you...period.