I heard you fluttering around the universe last night. I knew you weren't going for a drink of water. You are such a bad liar. If you looked closely, you would have seen me smirking as I fell back asleep.Let me guess: You slipped off to lead drunken Tony home to his cardboard box again. Then you fluttered outside the window of the county jail and finally made one of those psychotic inmates smile for the first time in forever.
After 5,000 years, you still have the same nocturnal habits: flirting with good-hearted, troubled men. You make them feel special, because they are. The master plays the role of servant so convincingly.
Speaking of which, I know the star god still has a major crush on you. I also know you make his day by sitting patiently in his drab office chatting up the properties of stardust and the importance of helium vapors. Yawnsville, sister.
You are a flirt, a bad liar and you are way too nice. Unlike me.
Today, you and I will chase comets, ding-dong ditch the royal family, lead that stray dog on 3rd Street to a home, and eat noodles in Mumbai.
That's later. Right now, I'm feeling a little psychotic myself. No, you are not allowed to leave this bed for an actual drink of water until I am through with you. Then I'm going to drift off to sleep again with a different sort of smirk on my face.
22 comments:
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Tender with sensual undertones.
Love the "Noodles in Mumbai" touch- also using it as the title. Definitely drew me to want to read more. As always, you 'got me' at the end!
Ed, the least you can do is a get a girl drink, for god's sake. You make a woman thirsty ;) HAHA! Just kidding, of course. Everyone knows noodles make people thirst, Mumbai or anywhere, for that matter.
ha. i like the playfulness...my first thought went to my boys who used to ask for drinks of water all through the night until we gave them water bottles...
☺ Loved this one Ed. Keep some water by the bed for goodness sakes!
"The master plays the part of servant so convincingly." Is there something besides altruism that leads me to do these things? Am I secretly feeling superior and just playing a role? Now you got me thinkin'.
I love how you write this woman, deep knowledge and a long leash of allowance. Take charge ending. Really nice ride. I said it before...you love well...or at least you write yourself that way :)
Loved the voice.
very keen and fun words..
your words bounces,
thank you for the treat!
Love the images you paint here, and the noodles in Mumbai
This is very good writing. You have a unique 'voice'. So glad I joined your club.
I agree with Anjuli...I LOVE the way you used that for your title. But I also really appreciate the acknowledgment of "good-hearted, troubled men." There is such a - dare I say? - sweetness to your writing. A mysterious sweetness.
Ok I will try this one more time....what I was trying to say is that you better at least get up and get her that drink of water! :)
What a ride! And I had no idea where it would take me. Your words sing. Glad you came over to say hi. I'm here for the reading.
Someday you'll have to tell us what triggers the inspiration.
Oh noooooo....it's over???
Ooh, I want more.
I love your style. Nice work!
thanks for all the sugar, mucho-mucho!
there's an energetic shift going on within me, from creative writing back to journalism, and, well, the love letter project must end. when i get the book out, there will be several new letters i didn't get around to publishing. very grateful for all the luv:)
Holy Shit... I just fell on to your website and I'm a convert! Love this! Reading you feels sexy and wonderful and playful and innocent?! WOW! Off to read more of you!
Ed, as usual you make me wish and want for more. Thank you. For your smiles and your smirks...
Dream power. I sleep to dream too sometimes.
energetic shift, my ass!
I bet you're going through a realignment of epic proportions, a multidimensional merge that will lead you into interior landscapes you never knew existed, and leave you forever changed at the molecular level in ways that can scarcely be explained by mystics, physicists, or Creation Itself. It's what double Pisceans do, isn't it? Stellar work on the love letters, Ed; looking forward to see what unfolds next.
:} I love smirks (when they are on my face... which you have managed to do)....
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