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Date: Sat, 13 Jul 2002 10:03:10
Subject: All Week Long
From: skipvskip@hotmail.com
To: susannenbreone@aol.com


Since our last meeting I have been a lousy cyclist. I can see the cars, pedestrians, the other messengers, the buildings in front of me but only just barely, I am preoccupied with thoughts of you, your eyes, your neck, your hands, your breasts, your thighs, the candles all round us burning, your taste, your moans, your sighs, your . . .

I miss you and I nearly crash scratch nearly scratch that I crash multiply.

These other objects, these impediments in front of me, seem like clouds, like immaterial things.

Until I fall to the pavement again and realize that I am not in your arms, I am scraped and bleeding instead.

Thank god for this helmet, which keeps thoughts of you intact.

And I have crossed out all other obligations for tonight as

I would just be distracted and

I can't think of anything I'd rather do than

spend some time with you.

I've purchased a picnic basket, Susanne. I have two bottles of chardonnay chilling, I have a nice brie to bake, jumbo shrimp on ice, poached salmon, a crunchy baguette, grapes, strawberries, candles and chocolates, a comfortable blanket and a desire to picnic this evening with you at Ravinia.

I know that this is short notice but I just

want you so bad right now I

could pop.

And I will be thankful even if you crush my heart now for what you have already given me but

would be ever so much more grateful to

even the gods if

you could spend this night with me.