Outside the already dark sky is darkened by heavy rain clouds. Inside of me, my voice box seeking words for you, hears them in the murmur of rain. It has started thundering. You turn on a light, you turn this way and that, my eyes move with your motions. And I remember the first time I was seated in a opthamologist's office and saw Es in various sizes reversed, mirror imaged and tumbled upside down. It has taken me time but I now know what all those E's were. They are the echoes of your love. Say Loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. See so many Es.

Should I thank myself for landing on the Square of Chance in this Monopoly game? You own all the squares now and you make me pay rent. And I keep landing in your squares. You laughter brings me to them. It almost ripples like a gondola floating over a Venice canal, I am standing on its bank. You have a mask around your eyes. You define the sentence "If looks can kill." There is no music till you move. Paganini must have written Moto Perpetuo after watching a vision like you dancing on cobbled stoned squares. You move your body and your curves move dangerously. I am frozen, by two great forces, deep desire riding deep love. Outside dark clouds are riding dark skies.

2002:07:14 21:30 Atlanta

which seems to lead into eternity thx sashi thinkin of U, woelfin