Wednesday, September 05, 2007

My Beloved  Dearest Giga   You sent me very early text! Spring comes with a bright face. She went through a gaunt winter dark melancholy with howling deathless death  of her own.  Now my beloved she is telling flower stories in her pearly lips  in  streets, trees and people’s face and building shades and yellow taxies. They are all lovely and happy because of her a happy beautiful stories!  She is forgotten her dark agonies and she is stretching her soft  branches little leaves in here there. she only anticipated life. Never cut her stanza string and  never squashed her spider webs the morning dew.   I would like to you take me seashore soon; there would be a morning sea under just room our sleep. Then I give good morning kiss  your lips and eyelids and faces and nibbling your  salty skin taste.    And I lay my body top of you listen your heart beatings, warm heart beatings. then make me everything so grateful.  That is my best position.  Sea crossing waterways under fertile rivers, we had a nice picnics open air with among wild flowers  and you clips wild flowers for me. And I recited my poetry ridiculously; you were the Romeo  and I was the Juliet open spaces theater; flower and birds laughed at us!   Then we left the places with our loving audience with pangs and drive away another shores  and anther towns. We did that many times, weren’t we! You like drive; open load, fast, you are a super driver; best best driver, cool confident, you are very cold blooded male when  comes to the crisis!  You know when  you speed up,  you know where is the cameras  and corners.  Often “ be quite don’t talk, don’t say why, I am tired of your “whys” you said.   You were just happy with music and me. Were you happy without me? I don’t think so!   Sometimes you drive me crazy often without any booking for accommodations because a such unpredictable often we had to drive miles miles for looking for a place for sleep. I gave you hard time for such inconvenient but you never budge you just did your ways as always. You remember one tripe we had Mildra, . Middle of night, absolute dark load we drive hourly hours for next town. When I was looking into back just dark  dark. I was actually bit scared but you were cool as cucumber, well yes just another dark night that is all we had stars in the sky my cherub….  You said afterward. I love you and miss you my beloved.  Have a great day!    7;10am 5/07/09 www.starryhome.com www.youngsunkimwalker.com   7:41:54 AM