Ok.

I know you're real, and that, at least, is a good thing. It's just that I don't really know you at all, baby;* and you have the best name in the world ever - well, when it belongs to a girl, but it's a terrible and boring boy's name. (sorry if that happens to be your father and/or brother's name)

No! No apologies. This letter is supposed to be sexy. Anyway, I love that I can imagine myself in love with you and get all horny and desperate and melancholy and listen to Pretty Young Thing and be get all short of breath with yearning.

I'm such an idiot! it's great! (sort of.)

This is my love letter to you that I need to send but I can't even find you. Plus, I'm much more comfortable giving myself completely over to you right now without hesitating because I know it won't happen. (I felt the need to insert the word "probably" in there!).

But more than that, I would love to annihilate myself with your help, just like a particle and an anti-particle in that Stephen Hawking book. I'm no physicist.

I'm sorry this is so clumsy. I was hoping to write something succinct and powerful, like movie dialogue; you know what I mean.

Oh, yeah. That's the other great part about you. You always know what I mean. We're energetic.

It's going to be great, me and you, I think we need to dance to some Stevie, then we'll go cycling, so fast, oh dammit, we're gonna go so fast!

_____

*I want to call you baby, but not in the sleazy ass-patting sort of way - well, maybe - but really more of a sweet, charming sort of way

[submitted 05/05/02]