My Husband

My husband flew with me before in times of old, before we had bodies, before the world. He married me once about forty years ago, he told me so. We were dinosaurs together in other ages. We played pinochle with the terydactyls. We climbed up out of the muddy, murky muck and grew tails together - popped our newfound eyes open and rejoiced in one anothers visions. God gave us life and we fornicated together. Our fins turned into arms and our hands clasped for the first time. We ruined the garden of eden and life hasn't been the same since. The rebels yelled & Jesus, Merlyn & Buddha hid in the bushes.

My husband and I danced around eachother in this place called Sacto for eight years this time, before we crashed into one another finally and created a galaxy. I ate so many burgers waiting for it to happen - more burgers than all my lifetimes combined. Since we collided, we haven't stopped this cosmic merengue. All the trappings of a normal life can't stop this wonderful dance. A kaliedoscope of life and times that keep creating together. Noone in the world could have created what we have / we've spawned an amazing child. My husband is dirty and sinful and good inside and so am I, he loves to love me and feel me and taste me and I feel likewise.

We were clouds and then made thunder... death finds those we love and puts them asunder. We rock and roll and reel and rock - in fact, we have been rocks... The world free's us and imprisons us all the same. Bury us in the dirt & we'll come back again. We'll be hot boy vampires together planning a hostile takeover!

We go to the same old haunts as before and it's never the same. We're old together now and there's noone else to blame. Time has it's courses, time takes it's time. Time is a big old bitch, that is on our side. What is it that will happen after I die? I do not know, but I need to find my way back into his fold. That's all I know. Will there even be a way, or shall I lie back in wait...like I did in this life...will it work out so great next time?