Ode To An Imaginary She-Elf

Enemies of Love! Derailers of True Feeling! Saboteurs of Heaven on Earth! 

BEGONE FORTHWITH, VULGAR VERMIN! 

LEAVE THE VORLD VIDE VEB ALONE!!

Hmmm.... on second thought, the snag could be at the local telco end (they're total nincompoops!) But I choose to believe it's Bloody Cupid playing his cherubic pranks with us. Knowing full well that absinthe maketh the hut grow fondues, he was keeping our posties in his feathery pouch and sitting on them to hatch a bigger romantic plot... and he seems to have succeeded. Unless we put our foot down and stamp out silly romance 

IMMEDIATELY!

OH NO... WE COULDN'T DO THAT.... 

Let Love Flourish Then, What the Puck!

Well, I was up extra early (8.08 a.m.) to check if Elfmail was in the inbox.... and HA HA... what a delicious sensation... Intoxication!

Don't we ever bloody learn??????? O my genuinely adorable Elfbeing, my fantasy She-Elf, and everyone you have ever been and might consider being, I must shut this machine down and post ONE kissile missile to sun-dance (how do you keep track of so many email addresses? before abluting myself (oh She-Elf squeezes her way into every bit of me!) and riding off into the System....

Of course you're probably fast asleep at this very moment but the kissle will land ever so gently on your delicate and quivering eyelids. Both of them.

She-Elf #6 by MonNoka @ DeviantArt

AT MIDNIGHT MY TIME (5 PM YOUR TIME?) I'll POP INTO THE  CHATROOM TO SEE IF THERE ARE TINY FOOTPRINTS IN THE TALC DUST I SPRINKLED ALL OVER THE FLOOR...

(If we don't like how the room feels we'll explore the ethers for another... the Sai Baba Room won't let me in, probably because I'm always teasing him about his hairdo).

Antares

[From an email exchange dating back 26 years to 1999 or thereabouts]

WE WROTE'M ALL! (a poem for Antara)

Sandro Botticelli (1445–1510), The Birth of Venus (detail), c. 1482-83. Tempera on canvas

 every love story ever told

(or untold); every sweet nothing

(& everything) ever murmured;

every lonely balcony sighed from

upon a moonless night;

every saga of love requited

(or otherwise); every conjugating,

consummating, copulating couple

coupling under the twinkling stars;

every game of footsies under the stools

in every dim & smoky bar;

every wounded howl at midnight

from every chained-up hound;

every secret whisper

in a beloved's fragrant ear;

every wanton curling tress

cascading down a brazen breast;

every sensuous wiggle of a big toe,

every contented twitch of a mustache;

every squealing shimmering moment

stolen from a dolphin's delight;

every wonderful feeling

that ever filled a heaving heart;

every trilling note of morning song

from a robin magpie to the clear blue sky;

every single heartbeat,

every thrum & throb,

every riff that's ever been played

on a guitar well inlaid

with mother-of-pearl;

every flamenco dancer's fantasy,

every boy who's ever met his girl;

every tale of love undying,

every dream of formation flying;

each silent wish upon a shooting star;

every first kiss in the back of a car;

each shy penciled note passed from hand to hand,

every grand gesture that's led to instant death;

every mantra of devotion,

every image of divinity,

every prayer to infinity recited under the breath...

 

0 Antara my Soul, my Inmost Self,

my reminder of perfection...

with you I feel at One within:

9D, 7D, 5D, 3D, 1D we ARE free!

My love, my love, I can only say:

Love is never hard work,

Love is play!

(I'm glad we're not married to each other...

And that we aren't "legally" sister & brother...)

I'm so happy that we can simply be

Left to explore the furthermost outposts

Of pure love's possibilities.

 

[I HEREBY GRANT YOU TOTAL ACCESS TO MY FILES!]

18 June 1998