4/25/04 That spray of hair in your eyes is no help to me. Pull it back. Let me see the humanity in your face so that I may wash away my daydreams with a bit of Ivory, a bit of Dawn, a bit of Zest. Let me remember that you are imperfect, that you are flawed, that you are crying inside like the next person down the line. There is a glow about your face that cancels this impurity; that ceases its flow; that inside secretly savors it and consumes it and ravages through its many parts. It is this shield that masks your weakness and fires your strength into a force field of dense light, so intense and yet so approachable. Wipe that smile off your mouth and show me who you really are. I want to see it. I want to absorb it in my pores and suck the skin right off your arms. I want to know exactly who you are and where you come from. Tell me what you want from your world and I’ll show you how to get it. I’ll show you how to win. Take my hand and walk between my steps. Let me feel your fingers curled into the wrinkles of my palm, let me lay my head against your neck and experience the vibration in your throat as you speak. Let me know the words you say and let me translate them into a language of my own; a language I create; a language that I may master. Let me teach this message to the inner workings of my mind and feel it course through every vein of my leg. I want to see you at your best. I want to see you fall. I want to see every second of your pure, unaltered self as it awaits a pure and unaltered sleep which follows every breath of air you capture. Pull yourself away from me and chase me back again. I’ll keep you amused.