Damaged Virgin---a love letter Parade season is over. But there will always be more.

Folks wanting to show off their shiny buttons. Oh Daniel...gripe...gripe...gripe... Don't let my doubts scarify your Virgins. Congratulate your selves on your Faiths. Faith...a regular pancake breakfast of personal satiety. It's the safety clause in Santa Claus and everyone knows... Everyone! That safety sells. Oh Daniel...don't be such a cranky type. Nothing...not a thing...more boring than a cynic! Okay...okay...so, don't let my indigestion scarify your virgins. Send me back to my dreams. Daniel...you there! Go back to your Dreams! Okay then... My love of the Earth Smells like the earth, And fetal...like dewdrops, And entangled up above is the light... The Light! is dodging green branches. There she is! My love on the forest floor...dancing! Agape...she's gulping sunbeams. She's naked and unscarred...so perfect! What's perfect is her will to live. Jan. 4, 2012 Dan Essman