Saturday, April 05, 2008

No hidden messages

I am in your bed now smelling you out of the pillow. Delicious. On your laptop. Gonna walk your dogs now. Gonna walk the dogs and smell your pillow some more.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Writing of delicious...what a delectible surprise that tickled the butterflies and sent them aflutter when least expected; as unexpected as the unbalcony beers, as surprising as the new room initiation and as yummilicious as crystalized honey coatings from a drippysweet man. A scrumptious evening that, sadly, ended spoonless yet took my breath away, as always.

Anonymous said...

My naturally anxious innards were tied into fretful knots during the wee hours.Shame on the weaver! An oxtail peace offering would have been nice today, and it could have been added to the global cuisines. But instead, it was kept an uncharacteristically thoughtless secret until discovered and you were obliged to offer up a taste.When the day finally ended, I feasted upon a balonga sandwich because you actually kept the change, despite all my offerings that produced the noxious fumes these past weeks. All in all, very strange.