Like a mythical dragon...the sun chewed away the shadows on the tulsa terrain.
now, full bellied, contented, he waddles westward....awkwardly across the sky...
Had you found me alone....captive in the tulsa twilight...
I would have welcomed you my familiar friend....
As it happened, I laid indivisable in the arms of one... whose touch was more powerful,
...enveloped in a warmth equal to a thousand October suns...
I cradel his sleepy smile within my hands.... as you stir from your saturdays slumber.
I offer myself up to you...I offer you the pureness of this moment into our lives....
A moment sure to convince even tinkerbell ..that wishes do come true..
25 October 1980 Gary D. Eaton
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