Yellow Roses

I am sitting near a dozen of the most beautiful roses I have ever seen in my life, and I am completely won over by them. They are from my lover, the man who has stolen my heart away, Ian Luders.

This time here, despite the many friends I have made and continue to build relationships with, seems to be just that, time here. I am just spending time waiting to go back home, which now I do not know where it is. It is with Ian. I know that.

I would live in a tepee if he wanted. I would live in Socorro. I would live in Alaska, but I would definitely ship myself some green chile. I want to live wherever with him.

"Don't forget to stop and smell the roses." Well let me tell you, they are sweet. And as I hug my jacket around myself and head out into the frosty morning, I know that I am loved, and that he is loved as well.

Never was there a partnership, a friendship as that of me and my friend Ian.

I love you Pookie.