Neighbors

Morning Moon

As I rode to work this morning
in the frigid air
the white half-moon seemed
to whisper as she stared

Where is your lover now?
the question echoes in my heart
For weeks we'd been together
but now so far apart

I see you both so far away,
from my vantage high,
I see you both suffering
with heavy hearts that cry

I've seen this kind of heartache
across all ages past
searing pain that often leads
to love triumphant, that ever lasts

Follow your hearts my lovers
discover wisdom deep inside
and in your unique future
happiness you'll find

I understood her voice
that moon so cold and bright
We may not wind up together
but we'll both wind up alright

I want my lover deeply
our future I can clearly see
Yet Luna whispers softly   
What will be will be

For My Natasha

My Darling Natasha,

Seeing your name in your comment made me go back and reminisce.  If you get a moment go check the "Hey Boris" email located in the "Dirty notes from ____" folder in "our" email.

I do appreciate all those things you did on my behalf.  I still picture you in the swimsuits and smile.

I also came across this while I was looking back at things.  I wrote it in early April 07.  We had spent exactly 5 hours "together" at that point.  Was I accurate?

In bed
I will do things with her
Do things to her
Secret things
That I have not yet shared
She won't be able to describe
All she'll feel is pleasure
More than she's ever known
Lost in the moment
She too will do
More than she's imagined
Things she has never done
With me

I miss you Natasha...and your alter-ego.  Please take good care of both of you for me.  I hope to see you both very soon.

Boris

Solitude

Ringing in my head
Siren call of solitude
Mister Rogers said
"Please, won't you be my neighbor?"
White-haired angel haunts my dreams

 

Dinner Plans

I still love this one, originally sent sometime in March 2007:

for when I come to visit your Lovelock, NV chateau.

I'm sure there are no decent grocery stores there...so
here's what I'll bring:

a) 3 steaks (I like ribeyes)
b) 4 potatos (for baking...sometimes one tastes so
good, you need to eat two.)
c) Salad (in a bag)
d) Tomato (to add to salad)
e) Cucumber (ditto)
f) Precisely two Polygamy Ales (don't want anyone
getting tipsy)
g) bag of flour (for grandma's secret roll recipe)
h) bag of sugar (ditto)
i) yeast (ditto)
j) pound of butter (ditto...but not the whole pound)
k) eggs (ditto...and for breakfast...along with the
extra steak)
l) can of corn (not creamed...on the cob gets stuck in
teeth)
m) broccoli (for steaming)
n) Montreal Steak seasoning pepper stuff

Here's what you need to have on hand:

a) dishes, silverware, napkins, etc.
b) a barbecue grill with gas/charcoal whatever
c) a way to light said grill
d) a bottle opener (yeah right...Kelly without a
bottle opener)
e) pots and pans:  to include a good pan to bake the
rolls in...preferably two (the recipe makes a lot)
f) sour cream (blech!) if you like it on your potato
g) salad dressing (I like italian)
h) OJ for breakfast
i) coffee (if that's important to you...I'm mormon
remember?)

The rolls will take a while to prepare...we can chit
chat...you can regale me with tales of your latest
adventures...I'll listen with rapt attention...while
making rolls (you want to eat don't you?). 

I will cook dinner...you will refrain from
helping...other than to tell me where you keep your
stuff.

Dinner will be great...you'll love it.

I will clean up all the mess.  Do all the dishes...you
will not lift a finger.

We'll go for a walk into the desert, to work off the
dinner...hold hands...maybe even smooch a little.
We'll watch the sun go down and the moon come up.

I'll take you back to your house and put you to bed.

In the morning, you'll wake up to the smells of
breakfast...steak, eggs and toast or rolls or
something.  (Or if you have a waffle iron...I make
pretty mean waffles...add milk and baking powder to
your list...and maple syrup...and bacon...they go best
with bacon.)  I can bring it to you in bed if you
like.  I don't know how to make coffee though...so if
you need that in the morning you better have one of
those fancy machines that have a timer you can set
the night before.

I'll clean up the breakfast mess.  You can
relax...read a book or something.

I'll stay as long as you like...but leave before the
thought ever hits you "God I wish he'd fucking leave
already!" 

I'll call you a few months later to arrange a time to
come back just as you're thinking "I wish that
handsome stranger would come back...I need a good
motherfucking meal."