How dare the premier ignore my invitations. He’ll have to go. So too the bunch he luncheons with. It’s second on my list of things to do. At the top is stopping by your place of work and acting like I haven’t dreamed of you and I and marriage in an orange grove. You are the only thing in any room you’re ever in. I’m stubborn selfish and too old. I sat you down and told you how the truest love that’s ever found is for oneself. You pulled apart my theory with a weary an disinterested sigh. So yes I guess I’m asking you to back a horse that’s good for glue and nothing else but find a man that’s truer than, find a man that needs you more than I. Sit with me a whileand let me listento you talk about your dreams and your obsessions. I’ll be quiet and confessional. The violets explode inside me when I meet your eyes. Then I’m spinning an I’m diving like a cloud of starlings.
Darling is this love?
