By terry
Date: 23 October 2000
An Arabian Waltz
My BK,
It has been a long day my love, and all I can think of right now is a hot shower and you...not necessarily in that order, and not necessarily seperate things either...lol. Oh, God how I have missed you these two long weeks. Time has somehow entered one of those black holes we talked about, where everything is so compressed, so gravity intense, that it barely moves at all. And you must know that it is only by thinking of you that each day is bearable. Yes, I am a man of honor, a man of duty. And circumstances require that I be here right now to fullfill those duties and complete this mission, so I will. But remember, when I lay down at night, in the belly of this mechanical beast, it is your sweet face I hold tight in the palms of my hands. Your soft, sweet lips that brush mine so tenderly in the night and whisper my name. Telling me to be strong, because arcoss that huge starry sky I am held tight in your heart. Safe from the evil and terror, and yes, the loneliness that surrounds me here in abundance. And knowing that, feeling you in my heart as I do, I have the strength and the courage to complete this mission.
And thank you my sweet girl. Last night I danced because of you. In my dreams. An angel woke me with a tender kiss on the cheek and whispered your name in my ear. She said that you had sent her to tell me how much you care. And then she took my hand and danced with me across the Arabian sands and under the full moon, laughing in your voice with every turn and whirl. And with every dip her lips would murmur against my ear. And it was your name she spoke and your love she spoke of. And as she held me tightly as the music reached a crescendo, it was your skin I touched, and your ear that heard me say how very much I love you.
Until my return,
I remain yours.
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