Rough Draft om 03/29

Hey Rocketfuel,
Thus far, I am mystified.  She’s clever, so much that it gives me chills.  My morning, this morning has flown by in simplicity.  My waking drafts spun some webs in my cranial sacral.  Dedicating poetry to my unopened Listerine while fleshing out a chord so mean it leaves ‘em all speechless no longer makes any sense.
I’m glad we met under regular circumstances and I do not need to hide my heart being deathly afraid of consequences unwarranted.
I’ll fly a zipper on my fishing line hoping to catch a big mouthed bass.. 

I can hear them chant!  Nominations for presidential access to my heart are already in her hands.  I’m licking my lips just looking at drumsticks on a warm blanket at a picnic. 
Illustrate what’s possible, globe.  Untie her robe.  Remind me not to choke.  Don’t accept me saying “nope” out of self-protection mode.  I’m trying to be more intentionally vulnerable, unafraid and gray in the sideburns all sexy-like.
I think she wants to be my whole life with a different consonant.  Brooks babbling beside the alter where I make her my wife raise the frequency of my looking up for reassurance but she’s used to that.  I think I’ve explained my hesitations the first day we met.  She found me kicking tires and sitting on a mood swing.  We no longer need to ping newcomers.  She’s perfect and she encourages beauty to flow.  She encourages me to grow.  I no longer fear blowing the candles out as long as she walks beside me to tuck me in at night.  A text, instant message or DM waking me up before the alarm clock for the rest of the world goes off, serves me well.  TBC….

Hey Leadfoot,

I am currently monitoring my sister’s dog’s first day of “bed training” since his first in-person training session the other day.  I am impressed.  It looks like I’m having a turkey and coleslaw sandwich for lunch.  This house is chilly.

I have a group meeting this afternoon.  I logged in over 50 minutes early.