Saturday, February 28, 2004

A Love Supreme

So I'm sitting/lying/sprawling here for what seems like hours, nursing a (now ice cold) pottery mug full of decaf and reading blogs, when the boyfriend waltzes out here in his glorious naked self and strolls over to the stacks of DVD's by the TV. He grabs one and makes a beeline for the bedroom. I try to grab his hand as he walks by to see what he's planning to watch. He yanks his hand out of my reach and I laugh. Thirty seconds later I hear John Coltrane blowing in the bedroom. I love my man.


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