The torrential downpour beats against the louvre basement windows as we bask in our below street level lifestyle...lightning spotlights the living room paintings as though they were on exhibit in The Met...my baby sleeps soundly with soft princess dream induced breaths in her kingdom upstairs as a noah's ark mobile dances above her head...my man writes furiously...flawlessly...his words are some of the most brilliant i have ever read in my lifetime...you will remember his name...and i am blessed...on this sweaty soon to be over summer night...dawn creeps upon us so desperately some days...i hate to untangle my legs from his torso...i hate to be anywhere but here...but the beauty is...that is all that i hate anymore...
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binkymcqueen:
It is just as hard to watch you go...feeling your body floating away from mine in the morning......We need to get out of dodge baby...that beach is calling to me...
rybo:
i really like that entry for some reason. just seemed to flow.