I also have some delicious raspberry tea...... no cookies though... I've quit sugar... as well as chocolate, and cigarettes.....

Quitter.

Don't pretend you don't suspect to know me Mister Z..... How's the  boating life on the freezing river? The river that is North- East of me.... me, who is in the (almost) exact middle of this sad, sick country.....

Uhhhh no. With your hauntingly beautiful eyes, your openly suggestive smile, the soft sexuality that you exude and the faintest odor of patchouli yet not...

I don't know anything. Nope. Nothing.

 But I am just a poem...   With little lewd pictures drawn by the ghost of your hand.....  With the reflection of your blood slowly filling the cup...

You're quite warm in my head for words and lines on a page...

I've never forgotten .... anything... especially that weekend at the cabin... just before The Shark drove up the drive..... sleeping bags and screened in porches, fireflies and camp stoves... a five-minute shower-maker.... through hiking dreams.......

Wow. You really do and you weren't even physically there...

A. I had a tiny moth bugged and set him on you,   or B. I am psychic.  Take your pick, both are true.   BTW... I figured out how to text While online... Yay!

Screened in porches?  Dry heaving on the beach?

You WERE there in person...

Uhm, I'll just let this course run ....
Carry on ...