Let’s twist ourselves together into a juniper tree. I wrote that down yesterday while I was putting on my running shoes. I was thinking about being with you in Arizona. It’s going to be vare-wee woe-mantic, Mistah Wahrshboin. My Sweet Love.

Do you remember kissing on the bookstore on Friday? I whispered to you that I was going to give you some sweet loving later that evening. I also told you I had some things to say to you in reference to that sweet loving I was talking about. I never got to say them.

You had just gotten off the phone with Charlie and he had been driving you crazy. All I could think about, however, was how sexy it was that you had a son in the first place. That’s what I was thinking when o was looking at you with love during that reading. I was just considering how powerful you were because you helped make a human being from your own biological material. Here he was now, a live testament to your own ability to make something out of nothing, and you love him and contend with him.

I think you are amazing. That’s what I was thinking. And I love you.