Hello my Sweetheart,
I haven’t heard from you for over two weeks and I fear I’ve lost you.
Oh, Michael, for you I’ve only wanted riches and happiness – for me,
I’ve always wanted more. Not frequency, I am not talking about
frequency; although that would have been great, too. I wanted more
intensity. I wanted to be out there, outside myself, outside my skin.
I know I’m too shy to express my sexual needs (except over the phone to
people I don’t know) but I wanted more than rubber sheets and baby oil;
I wanted our communion to be like robbing life out of the jaws of
Grief can take care of itself my love, but to get the full value of a
joy you must have somebody to divide it with and, therefore, if I
shan’t hear from you in a fortnight I shall retire from this place –
this time, and can only hope we meet in another place at another time.
Good bye my Sweet Pea. I await here by my only instrument of connection
to you and your sweet, gentle kindness.
-Love always, Martha
MICHAEL: (TWO WEEKS LATER)
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