IT HAS BEEN FAR TOO LONG

SINCE I LAST FELT YOUR TOUCH.

BUT NOT LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO FORGET YOUR FACE...

OR YOUR VOICE...

YOUR TASTE...

OR YOUR LOVE.

NOT LONG ENOUGH TO KILL THE PAIN OF BEING APART.

NOT LONG ENOUGH TO BRING SWEET OBLIVION.

NOT LONG ENOUGH TO SIGNAL THE TIME OF OUR PROMISED REUNION.

UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD...

I LOVE YOU.

"LONELINESS, I FEEL LONELINESS IN MY ROOM."

I'VE READ THAT TOLSTOY WROTE

THAT LOVE IS THE WORST AND MOST HORRIBLE

EMOTION THAT ANYBODY CAN HAVE...

AND YET...

I DREAM OF YOU.

I DREAM OF SILENT EMBRACES.

I DREAM OF VIOLENT RAPTURES

AND GENTLE AGONIES.

I DREAM OF A LOVE TINGED WITH BLOOD RED SORROW...

SALTY TEARS...

THE SOFT ECHO OF YOUR HEARTBEAT IN MY EARS...

THE WARM EROTIC BREEZE OF YOUR BREATH ON THE BACK OF MY NECK.

YOUR BODY --

MY WOMB --

MY PROTECTOR.

YOUR PLEASURE OF PAIN...

YOUR EYELASHES IN RAIN...

I DREAM WE WILL BE...

FOREVER...

AMEN.

-FOR MARK-