I met my husband online...he is from England...2 years of living apart before he moved here...shit happened during that time that could never be fixed...6 years later, we're apart...It's better to imagine than to do.

A love across the miles that aches...and that is all it can be is an ache...It left me hurting.

very cool write

well written, awesome structure and original way of putting the ink to paper, well done brother -symph-

no no no.. . .o my giddy.ness. . .. i want this. .. and i have no time. . .. to comment properlike; re.ST.rain.ts....but i promise i will return 'when i can give this my undivided attention'.. .no no nononono....you did not jsut do this...

...screw it; life can wait and time is arbitrary in light of this....how every line breaks delicately, how the staccato murmurs of sub.text.s and the mantra of y.our in.nu.end.os just adds to the hypnotic sway, the ebb and flow of something underneath a dream. .. . and the reign dance---egads the play....of words. .. of sights and sounds [like thunder]....for reign, for rain to assuage the dryspells, for the dance of souls drifitng alongside that sea.....and i keep reading for.mine deeper than:: 'for. m[in]e...as 'in me'and next to 'created' so my voodoo mind reads 'for in me created' your own you.....and for why and when and whom and how....how...hOW did you spellbind this out???

...and so much more that i see:::: but i cant just bookmark everything you write........ the thomthoms beating fierce and...*more thunder, from under* nononono..i am just giddy at the gorgeousness of this---and i cant tell if the 'woman' fractured your predesigned notions of your own self? your own life? your own swollen pride [insert last stanza] the rolling tongues of babylon couldnt turn that line better----"CollisionCollide.ill.swolla..ma'pride".....and again and again, i keep reading "bandit love" imagetically[mpore than stolen and swiftly removed in the night]...am i rambling??? o dear. ..

...but that bandit love [i keep breaking more]....band.it love....as in nameit, claimit; mmm . ..this is jsut internally externally provoactive, evocative, beyond description; i dont know from whence/where it came, but egads, i want it; im jealous!!! did i say splendid? my head is spinning. . . . i enarly fell out of my chair at the aesthetics alone. crazy dastardly good edible stuff. i want it.

ugh--i give in *click*