Bachus4 Feb 2004

When I read your title, I went "Oh God".

When I read your poem, I went "Oh God", and farted.

But it was then when you told the story "through the thunder" was right about the time that I realized... We've made love in our past life... If not several hundred times. Like the incessant rain pounding the dusty gravel of the high desert. Bringing the dry river beds to a seething surge of brown flood water with swimming animals and drunk people standing on the hoods of their cars.