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A LOVE LETTER
UNSENT IV Click
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Photo by Dan Chapman ©2001
Stanyan Entertainment Group
A Thought for Today
Love will provide the armor and the
shield against all the troubles life can set before us.
Rod’s been in the studio most
of the day but he left behind another ‘love letter unsent’ which is
printed below.
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Rod McKuen" at the Riverton Rendezvous is open! Click below for
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Happiness costs pennies a day, sorrow millions.
Strength is not the fortress, but the bricks
that build it.
Love is the only collateral for love.
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A LOVE LETTER UNSENT IV |
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Dear You,
How does your day go? Where are you, how are you, is everything all
right? The questions pile up like a cord of wood as I try to account for
every hour of your days away from me. Not jealousy but curiosity and
thoughts for your well being drive the day for me. My arms have now
grown long enough to reach you wherever you are and they do. But it is
the minutes that need accounting.
Did you remember to take breakfast and what did you have? Yes I do other
things than think of you. My work gets done. Life moves along and there
are times – a few minutes every day – when I forget about you. Well,
maybe less than a few.
Yesterday in the garden I found myself staring at nothing, but surely
you were there, looking back at me from a line of ferns that separated
sun from shadow. As you smiled I moved toward you and the slow embrace
ensuing was like –. Is it enough to say that when you kissed and pulled
me to you, your hands in my back pockets did all the work that arms and
other body parts were meant and made to do. Our eyes did not lock as
usual I looked into them and past them and deeper into something far
beyond, before they volunteered to close as your lips cruised my eyelids
and held them shut.
A pair of dragonflies mating in the air stumbled into us and broke the
reverie. Ah, handsome, lucky gliders, so deep into each other in their
loving deed they fly on auto-pilot. I’m flying, sailing too. I kiss your
neck and breasts without unbuttoning your shirt. Hard nipples under
little bites grow harder. Everything was swelling everywhere, as was the
day.
We fell back on the grass as I remember it, practicing new embraces
until all around us was but shadow. I love you. I’m sorry if it has been
too long since I last told you so.
Goodnight, My Love, even before it becomes night. You will sleep warm
and well because you are next to me and we are taking care of one
another.
Me.RM June 8th, 2001 1:40 PM First Publication
6/16/2001 |
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