tess Quintessensual you can blathe on any name, amy, emma, megan, tess, alexander, quill, william, zephyrinius, just touch it, go ahead, blathe it and blathe it again, and again, you can blathe on alone, you can blathe on anything, you can blathe on anybody, on any name 991119 ... ricmariem For me it sounded like a saint Like Mother Teresa or any other But a person has always two sides Good or bad, sometimes it matters. 991119 ... Q Last I Looked, it Was on my Bed Table Sinsiter, that it is. So far away it brings real tears. There being not a crocodile in mind's eye. Dexter, that it could be. So near it seems it draws a grasp. There are no straws on my bed. Life there, and there, here, and everywhere, will be a challenge. Abstract, fictional, real and real, grab it. Last I looked, it was on my bed table. The electricity's ready to flow. No glove will ever fit. Don't forget the key. It's cold out. Copr. 1999 991229 ... john blathering to e-tess hope i'm not intruding on newdreams it's not a new forest out there but an ancient and tangled one where familiar landmarks are welcome and a beautiful name comes back like an echo throuch the trees the presence of a friend e-tess a name which will do great things 000702 ... Tess john, thank-you for your compliments. i will whistle a bit -Tess. 000702 ... john try singing instead for if an e-tess whistles in a forest of and there's no one there to hear does she make a sound? did carl sandberg's proscription against capitals extend to punctuation marks?...??...i wish you were who i wish you were. 000705 ... monee of the d'urbervilles . 041222 ... Anna Livia Plurabelle tesseract 110815 ... unhinged our 4th (?) date the rose on the car seat as you opened the door i was standing on the sidewalk waiting for you i still had butterflies to see you still unsure if you liked, wanted me even after several dates all ending in epic making out still unsure thanks to the assholes i'd spent most of my dating life with before you and then there was a single red rose on my car seat i had dolled myself up for you and we went to tess for dinner early by most peoples' standards we were the only ones on the patio for most of our meal you reached over touched my thigh your hand creeping up my leg we talked like new couples do about things we liked and disliked in others did we go home to our first night of sex? sadly i don't remember but i do remember that red rose on the lap of my black dress like a scene from the tapestry that i wove when i was a little girl romance in stages: the early stage of doubt and fear as it slowly melts away into the reality of a choice well made like the feeling of a first sip of beer on a hot day aaaahhhh that's just what i needed 110816 ... Tess is re_alisma re_alisma is Tess tess@durbers.net 1999. Who knows. I made it up. 110817 what's it to you? who go blather from