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I knew he would come,
our place since the beginning of time,
our time.

This is our watery garden,
our Eden without that damned tree,
pure and untouched.

He knows not why he is drawn,
pure as the driven snow,
in his dream.

When he last visited,
it was my dream,
his beautiful flesh,
my paradigm.

My spirit sat on this log,
here since ancient times,
but he couldn’t see me then,
not like now.

He can’t help noticing a woman,
naked,
the most beautiful he has ever seen,
as we were created for each other.

Forever I wait for him in the mountain tarn,
fed by a waterfall, borne of a force,
an underground river
bursting from a cliff face.

This lake is our love,
still and pure,
with its source from a higher power.

I will always love him because
I remember.
Everything.

He forgets until he sees me,
wonders at his newfound love,
One that he understands not.

Natural, yet he is Earthbound.
I will teach him again,
but when he awakens,
he will marvel at his dream.

He’s had one like it before,
I know because I know his thoughts.
They are mine, removed.

More Late Nights with Ezzie Dryar (2. Powering Down)

It’s nearly 4 am. We had a thunderstorm around midnight that knocked out our power, and only now has the electricity returned. My luck … uh, battery ran out around 2 am, so I’ve been burning in hell … err, huddling next to the fire for two hours waiting to post my blog tonight. St Louis can be rather cold in October.

Nights like tonight, I wonder if my life is ruled by my tarot deck. Tonight’s draw was:

10 of Disks: POWER. (inverted) It usually means prosperity, but inverted it can mean insecurity, a mild loss, or heaviness.

Tonight it had little to do with electricity. Max – that’s my trumpet player’s name – sent me an email asking me if I wanted to chat on the internet. I’ve always avoided it, because you never know what it might lead to. In my weakness I gave in.

It wasn’t I who was the wielder of flower … power tonight.

One poorly timed stammer, and I found myself trading places … um, glances … err, sexual innuendos with him. I think that was what he anticipated, so it wasn’t long before I found myself staring at my webcam touching my naked self for his benefit, something he refused to reciprocate – video, yes, but his clothing stayed on. (He claimed his wife was sleeping in the next room.)

Wife?!!!!!!

I would swear I heard someone with him when I climaxed. (I knew he was just faking it, and no, I didn’t know he was married – the prick.) At that point I was too far into it to care.

Now is another story. I’m certain he decorated … decoded … um … recorded it, and I’m certain he plans to use it against me. (If you followed me in the past, you already know how insecure and depraved I am.)

My weakness last night has translated into complete idiocy tonight. Can’t wait for tomorrow.