Nocturnal Admissions

Fingers crossed only betray held hands over exchanged vows. I'm sure that sentence is as clear as my head right now. Spent some time in an MRI this afternoon. There is no room colder or smaller. I'm sure the results will mention the affection imprinted deep inside my head... for you.

I met the stranger that I've been dreaming of in the waiting room this week, and the new year has suddenly become like fireworks over the valley. She is electric bursts of color. The last few days say so. I will keep writing you stories if it will help you sleep.

She writes me old fashioned letters with her perfume on the pages, and with crossed out words that she took back... like "is this really happening?"