It’s my birthday tomorrow, so, I’m coming clean tonight – in this new year of 2016. I haven’t been in love or in it for a very long time, except maybe until now.
So, after Valdez passed, by accident the story of Daddy-O happened and was about a year long. He was a phony, in ways that phonies are phonies and I was in such an utter tailspin in that year I let it happen. But I wasn’t in love.
I have to be in love, or falling in love to want to.
Otherwise I close down.
So I have been closed now for about thirteen years again.
That means nothing.
It’s a long time, like the exact cycle before Valdez.
Except there is a difference this time.
I could fall very hard, and I have been down this exact road before and then done it myself too, later on.
What I want is the closeness to end all closeness, and because this particular writer – writes like that, I mean, I can’t stop myself.
I want to experience the work of art.
I want to fall in love again, and never look back.
Okay then, that’s out. But I have time and I am not going to ruin anything for another.
I’m not doing anything out of hand unless it slides together like silk, both ways.
The voice in the poems, God. That’s all I want to say.
I would never have experienced anything as deep or as Romantic in life up to now. I mean love at first sight.
Love at first read.