Tell me I didn't imagine it, Leo. Tell me that even though our bodies were in seperate states, our star selves shared an enchanted place. Tell me that right around noon today (eastern time) you had the strangest sensation: a tiny chill on your shoulder..a flutter in the heart..a shadow of strawberry-banana crossing your tongue.. Tell me you whispered my name.
And so I'm me again, Leo. Thanks to the example of a five-year-old. I'm hoping you wouldn't want it any other way. Not that you weren't flattered, right? I mean, to have a girl two thousand miles away going to pieces over you, weeping at the mere memory of you, losing her appetite, losing herself and self-respect - well, that's trophy enough for any guy's ego, huh?
THAT crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itselfClimbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declareA beautiful lofty thing, or a thingHeroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurredShe stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumphWhere the bales and the baskets layNo common intelligible soundBut sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea