September 9, 2001

  • Like a worn blue terrycloth bathrobe,
    I wrap myself in the smell of your skin,
    the soft touch, the flavors of flesh & soap & sweat,
    and snuggle to sleep along the breathing curve of you.

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  • My relationship with Wes is the best relationship I’ve had in my whole life, but until this past year I’ve found it difficult to write “love poetry” for him. Well, I don’t often write traditional love poetry anyway! I’m writing more, though. (It’s still not traditional )

    Wes, My Sweetheart: a page about Wes.

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