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To Desdmona


"The greatest thing that you'll ever learn is 
to love and be loved."
-Moulin Rouge, the movie.


Tomorrow(no sex, rom)
by Qickless[qickless@fastmail.fm]

To my friend who finds this:

Comrade, you must grant me a wish. I'm a sorry 
gent who believes enough in fate to put this to 
pen. As I write this, I'm also proud enough to 
demand a favor. You've probably read such 
letters. Even if you haven't, you know what's 
coming. Yes, dear comrade, I want you to keep 
me out of the death squad. I want -you- to tell 
her the news.

I should tell you more about her. She has this 
strong body that glows in vivid red. She hates 
caviar, loves to write and hides her eyes in 
blocky square glasses. She wears my olive green 
ring about her finger. And she smiles when you 
pronounce her name wrong.

Tell her you serve with me and she'll let you 
in, eyes bright. Break my news gently. She 
won't cry when she hears. She'll drop the small 
cup of coffee she made you and watch as it 
smatters against the floor and she'll lean back 
and close her eyes. Don't sit there staring at 
her. Go to her, hold her tight and make her 
cry. She'll try to push you away; don't let 
her. Trust me. Hold her until she whimpers.

Please, please don't leave her alone.
 
Kiss her just below her right eye and tell her 
everything's going to be okay. Get her a few 
blankets and watch her while she sleeps. 

Its when I think of her sleeping so alone that 
I hate the bullet in my stomach. I hate my 
blood scarcely restrained by taut white cloth. 
I hate my gun. I hate this war.

Believe me comrade, time never stares you in 
the face. It flows in bewitchingly small gasps 
that'll force you to gaze at it in silent aches 
and wantings; riding with you like a stallion 
untamed, playing your wishes and hopes and lust 
and love in a rubble of worn-out happened tarot 
cards. 

It happened to me once. Magic - an instant when 
her strange eyes caressed mine with a conscious 
touch, a moment later when she smiled. Small 
gaps in too large a fabric, moments tiny and 
large, worthless but precious. 

Perhaps it's the wine I've drunk comrade - red 
wine to soothe red wounds - but something tells 
me it isn't. I know you won't let this letter 
be. I know you'll seek her out.

I won't forget her, ever.

Fall in love with her, comrade. Help her forget 
me.



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