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Mon, 25 May 2009
WELCOME TO DODIES BRAND NEW WEBSITE,

http://dodiesdreamworld.zoomshare.com/
 MY POETRY PAGE

THE LETTER. - AN ANSWER

 

My heart is racing, beating twenty to the dozen.

I hold it in my hand. Oh God shall I open it.

What if itís goodbye!

My hands are trembling as I place my thumbnail under the seal.

Gently, donít rip it.

Heart beating faster, dare I take it out of the envelope.

There itís done. Nervous, terrified is more the word.

What if itís goodbye.

Open the pages.

Hi Dot,

Would he start like that if he was leaving you.

Read on.

My knee, why itís fine.

Tired, of course I was tired, we lived for forty eight hours in one day.

Jaguar, lawn mower, what does it matter, I was by your side.

Norse God of war, Odin. You knew the answer.

Your friends, my daughter, what could have been nicer.

Unless it was that last sixty miles home.

Yes I ate. Syrup on toast.

The Steed of Iron is poorly, never mind youíll soon make it well.

You make everything well.

Oops, my letter. Come on, no sloppiness.

Hey I love you.

Sunday, still another forty eight hours. Kellyís big and little.

Heart begins to race again.

This means youíre still with me, thank the Gods for that.

Butterflies stop beating their wings in my belly.

Another forty eight hours, seems like forever.

You could never be insignificant, not in any way my darling.

No, not even on a word processor.

I laugh.

The first time Iíve relaxed in two days, you still want me.

I am the poet.

You are the mystic, the tempter, why even the tease.

A scribe who scribbles sweet words upon a page.

Iíll bid you goodnight, my precious one and wait eagerly for Sunday to come around.

My kisses are returned to you.

P. S.

 Stockholm, the tape, who cares about the Hangmanís Beautiful Daughter.

I love you.

 X

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