I sit in front of the mirror as I haven’t done in some time. I am thinking only of Dave. Why won’t he come to me? Looking into my eyes, I see his reflection. My face becomes his face, my smile begets his smile. In this present moment of loneliness I cannot face another day.
Oh, my dear darling smiling boy, how long must I wait? When I see your soulful eyes upon me once more that test will speak a thousand words in every action I do to give myself over to you. I want you to drink of the virgin pure blood in my veins.
Oh, eyes of blue and green and gray, speak to me in a language I will understand, visions are so very tantalizing when painted ln colors to match your thoughts. Yea, I crave the sense of your embodiment invading my very being. Love me and give me beautiful visions, not cursed birth anew.
I kiss the dying mirror of my soul and breathe death into all that I see.
Pray come to me, Dave. Why must I wait another day?
I wish to lay down my thoughts to you, only to you, so you can be the guardian angel of sleep and death and light when the sun shines so bright each morning.
You and I shall procreate with our humble thought a child of God made flesh.
“How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my soul having sorrow in my heart daily? How long will my enemy be exalted over me? Consider and hear me, O Lord my God, enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; lest my enemy say ‘I have prevailed against him,’ lest those who trouble me rejoice when I am moved. But I have trusted in your mercy, my heart shall rejoice in your salvation. I will sing to the Lord because He has dealt bountifully with me!â€
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