Jared, Jared, Jared (repeat till the page is full, printer)
Posted On May 18, 2010 at 11:05 am in XXX, tall dark handsome, word
Jared and I have an elaborate text message relationship, because he’s a sun king and a poet. The written word is sacred to this man, the air under everyone’s feet. He’s a human swell. There should be magazines written in his honor, clocks and devices tracking when he’s around to ride, haha.
Anyway, the texts are always a different sort of reality; cowboys rarely speak the way they write, delivering succinct messages reliant upon the invisible network in the wind. What has he said? Let me look to the mocking time capsule cell phone for an example, of what must get lost in translation.
Simple things, like “I love you…” or “I love taking you”
Me- “I look like summer”
J- “You think like beauty”
Me- “How do I taste?”
J- “Like a perfect dream”
“Your little hands around me back and forth”
Me- “Wrap around me…your lips on my legs”
J- “Do I feel good inside you?”
Me- “Like a perfect dream”
J- “I want to keep you somehow”
And there are emails…
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