Love Letters on August 29

2005 2006 2007 My Love, You are not the muse, you are breath. Life and the act of living. You are memory and song and exalted voices crying out into blue skies and thick air. You are sticky skin, tears and careless smiles. Prayer and sin. What many would call a state of cognitive dissonance, we call consonance and claim as home. We are your texture. We are your warriors and artists. ...