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| The Lady Answers:
~Rajean Gallagher I remember once making love to you under the bluest tent in the world. Three emerald-eyed panthers watched us, curious about our furious hunger. And, again: I remember: Oh- it must have been two or three lives ago I, Your Lady, waited vainly for you by the stone face on Canterbury Road where we first met. I waited alone. The pixies wept for our loss. Since then, your cowardice knows no regrets and my disdain is immense, forever impervious to your need. Lying stubbornly alone, unwilling to forfeit pride~ we each remain eternally sleepless. Dammit. Its not just that we have done this before - Jungian-style archetypes pulling kite-like swooping circles around each others psyches, Its also because we fell apart together. |