Tiger Lilly - Kitten Joe

Through currents slowly swirling, separated only by moments of chance and the dearest of misfortune, we were separated.  I have forgotten your face, the sculpt of your form, but not the longing of you.  Only look into my eyes and I will know you, yet once again.

Life's a puzzle isn't it dear?  If you have patience and do not fear to indulge the curious, spontaneous side of your nature then pay close attention as I reveal myself and guide you back to me through the thoughts of another.

Aim the camera of your mind toward the horizon of my youth.  Picture me in black and white, then color, and dream to fulfill life's longing for itself.  I am black lace, seven times nine plus three, mood of and height of me.  The scent of wood beneath our feet, waves, a canvas of silk and air that burns the brightest blue will take us to lands of snow-capped mountains, steaming jungles, and virgin beaches of pure delight.  Shade your eyes on occasion with contraptions of whimsy that I may better know your current nature and you mine.  Be prepared to offer up a living symbol of your selfless bounty; ripe and luscious, indicative of your giving, caring and vulnerable child-like nature.

A tree of sensuality, intricate and subtle in display, oils the process of discovery that we both appreciate and brings us closer to the root of your uncommon existence.  the bond between us is a tautology of truths.  We guide each other toward a primal future of people, places, creatures, stars and a metaphysical relationship of universal cosmology.  There is an understanding within us of well-being, elegance, honor and respect that is almost Victorian in nature yet without the artificial bonds that chain the less perceptive of our kind.  The fabric of our future looms before us.  You the warp and I the weft, threaded together for all eternity.

Understand the sleepwalker, stumbling about in the dark night, waking to a bruised and sore state that is more sorry because of its forgetful nature than because of pain itself.  Would that we could examine the road map of wrong turns tattooed upon our hearts with wild and vulgar penchants that exist yet do not belong.

The spark is not yet gone from this life.  You and I both know the twelve pillars of earthly existence and the foundation of life that may be built upon them.  Throw wide your arms to embrace, once again, home and hearth, health, happiness and peace in the knowledge that all we seek is attainable, doable, practical and within the realm of this reality.

Look now upon your hand and know that it is an extension of your will and of your desire to bring us together once again.

Once they met