last night beneath a leo moon, i dreamt Beloved and i were making love. i slept soundly, but the full moon has unfettered access through two windows, and perhaps it was her fiery influence that had such an unusual affect.
or maybe it's the fact that as sick as i've been, i've simply not been interested in anything other than a pat on the back and a quick hug.
i woke up and i thought, it's nice that after 13 years, the person i dream about is the person next to me.
and furthermore, the war WILL end. blessed be.