Love Letter 326 The Love Laughing Contest

Remember when this was

optimistic, Lover?

When I, in intelligible articulation, counted your curves, like Jupiter's moons?

Remember how I bombasted the world regarding your nectar... never quite giving away the whole secret, but certainly saying too much?

Oh, I was so callously in love with you

like a virgin, I thought the mystery was Mount Everest.

But, my love

in all this pepper, I have thrust on your delicate flavors,

there is something of the unfolded and confounded truth which, proven temporary, and ever changeable, as you can see by each letter,

that I have discovered

just the right reach of words

for our silent umbrella, and groovy cactus disco

that you and I, are not meant

to be lovers...

no, this is just a joke

that lovers are just concocted egos arriving on a tropical shore, with canaries in their bathrobes, and mexican cool whip in their pina coladas

no

lovers are like Mr. and Mrs. Howell

drowned out by the inevitable quicksand

You and I

we are pen pals

correspondants

rumors

religiously rumoring, that we have rubbed elbows with love

only to

confess

into the dense foam of a lonely mattress

that we haven't, aren't or don't

enough

You and I

are forbears of an economical truth so overshot

that it is time

to reconcile

all that we thought love was

with

what it really

is

a laughing contest

an utter, outlandish, intimidating, reptilian laughing contest

out of which

we emerge

heroes

for having

remembered

the joke

I Love You

in the way a good joke is really funny

I really love you

Your Beloved