Between Living and Dying
A love letter as only I have the knowledge to write.
For the past twenty-five years I’ve exhausted myself in an effort to know and do everything. If I had a bucket list, there’s nothing left on it. I’ve looked at all the bookstalls along the Seine, walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, (sailed under it, too) sent postcards from Paris, and one from Frankfurt, though I was told it never arrived.
There is nothing left to achieve now that my whole heart and my whole life is absorbed with you, Jenny. The easiest and cheapest thing to have in my life is your love.
It’s hard to describe who you are to those who have no knowledge, except to say you are always those extra five minutes, or the letter torn open, and the words eaten. You are the coldest beer, the best weather, the finder of glasses lost, all the days as commander of my soul. You fill my life with womanly magnificence.
You know what to do with boxes and baskets, as easy as you know what to do in New York, or London Town. You are an endless love letter; one I carry around with me all the time. My life is certain and direct, with you there is no doubt or confusion, it travels only on your rails, passing junctions of your making, whether that be countries, oceans, or the kitchen floor, pots and pans, ovens, old bottles brought back from somewhere.
You are the most beautiful place I have ever been you are a market of all that is best, grapes, peaches, plums, on and on, and sometimes you are a heavy sauce on a slab of pork, edged with Yorkshire pudding.
Going to bed with you is like going to church, where all my prayers are answered. You are the windows looked in, the view from a cliff, and all the space between the sky and sea.
You see me at my best and worst, as a solid house, or a hot and salty tar who lost his way home. But when I talk to you a thousand times, and tell you a million things, invent a million answers, when my head is no good, beaten, scratched, full of noise, there is you, Jenny, you are the answer between living and dying.
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