:: Distance ::

Because we dance,
With such delicious innuendo;
Because we laugh,
With such dope-happy cheer;
Because we love,
With such distant honesty,
That you become
A dreamscape mystery
Caped and skinned,
Cloaked and masked,
Beneath me.

***

As I told R: They have adopted the souls of star-crossed lovers for their private story, and in this epistle they will live forever.

***

You will return to our first-world reality, scarred by your memories and the images no ice-cold beer can wipe away. You'll remember, and you'll be shocked by the electric displacement of your urban commitments and responsibilites against the stark loss of Aceh. But you were there, and you saw - even as you are cursed with the bleakness of the disaster, you're blessed with the blood of truth, a death that I could wish a thousand times from my staid corporate cubicle, but would never hope to find.