Anonymous asked: (Part 3) Also, the way you smell makes me think of the words "dappled" and "brindled" or pretty much the sound of that entire poem. It's all fresh and angular and awake. It's kind of warm, but warm in the way that's like cuddling with you in your brother's cashmere sweater with the hole in it in your car at two in the morning in the middle of winter. It's complicated.
Man. This anonymous totally digs me. Oh man.
(But really. I’m the luckiest of ducks to have you as my girlfriend and cuddle buddy and catnip and Glitter Tits and goofball, cheeseball, balls-to-all-the-walls adventurer. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Also, I am now afraid of all mail persons that may or may not be intercepting your letters. OH MY GOD. THIS ANONYMOUS COULD BE THEM OH MY GOD THAT’S NOT GOOD.)
