I need more time with you.  Reincarnation after reincarnation.  Please.

Please give me the awareness to compress this healthy fear into each day.  You are the ultimate blessing. 

When Adam would walk with God in the garden, did he take him for granted after a while?  Would his mind start to wander…? 

Yes, I’ll go about my business.  You go about yours.  But I can’t let hours slip by.  Can’t waste a night.  Or live distracted, eyes vacant, voice insincere.

I have to go toward you in the moment.

What is your mood?  What would you like to eat?

What should we do after work?  Having only scratched the surface of this city.  Dinner by the ocean, with the waves coming in.  A drink on a rooftop, thrust up into the sky—Icarus on one side, still doing well… 

Just driving down new streets, going deep in some maze open on all sides. 

A smooth ride, together in each second of the minute, each minute of the hour. 

More shared memories.  Brains somewhat fused.  Our brains, on some things, meet for a long kiss.  On others, you’re just over there, seductively half-veiled.

Please let me dig in.  Listen, say the right thing. Keep it light, the way a plant in the sun would speak.

Excitement for a very good reason.  Like those first dates, when the sense of you was dawning on me.  You, starting in my life from that point, and still expanding to this day.  I live in the onrush of spacetime…