Love you dearly. Wearing your long black dress full of sequin stars.

Coming into my little room room to keep me company. I’m thankful.

So you and I get to listen to Bach while I write. Tell me a story. Oh, my

goodness, did that really happened? Well yes, those things happen.

You and I have been lovers for who knows how long…I still love you as

the first moment of meeting you. I remember when I was born. Yes.

Do you remember? You were wet with evening dew. It had rained. The

scent of Flor de Noche got all the way to my lungs. While you and I

kissed each other. My Mama didn’t notice you and I had committed

our spirits. Your kisses were and still are so sweet. Better than honey

and the best wine in the world. But, I was saying. Thank you for

visiting. I know, you’re going to be busy all night at least half all over

the world. Seeing and hearing things. Give me one more kiss…let it

last…Your sweet wet lips are the gate to Heaven. Love you.

Ernesto Onofre