i want to recall a pertinent detail, to me anyway. there was a most vivid moment, driving back down the road, out of the woods, thinking about what had just happened, all that means, all the planning, so, you know, heady stuff.

i guess to maybe bring ground us a bit, j turns on the radio to the sounds of terance trent d'arby singing 'wishing well'. and one of the things that endears me about j is his great attachment to 90's top 40. i don't get it 100% but it tickles me nonetheless. and i thought, i get to enjoy 'wishing well' without shame or embarrassment for the rest of my life.

how comforting and comfortable we'll be. i'm trying to say it was poignant somehow. the only time i'm sure a terance trent d'arby song has ever been poignant.

Wishing Well (A Tone Poem)

Kissing like a bandit
Stealing time
Underneath a sycamore tree
Cupid by the hour sends
Valentines
To my sweet lover and me
Slowly
But surely
Your appetite is more than I knew
Sweetly
Softly
I'm falling in love with you

Wish me love a wishing well
To kiss and tell
A wishing well of butterfly tears
Wish me love a wishing well
To kiss and tell
A wishing well of crocodile cheers

Hugging like a monkey see
Monkey do
Right beside a riverboat gambler
Erotic images float through my head
So I wanna be
Your midnight rambler
Quickly
Quickly
The blood races through my veins
Quickly
Loudly
I wanna hear those sugar bells ring

Wish me love a wishing well
To kiss and tell
A wishing well of butterfly tears
Wish me love a wishing well
To kiss and tell
A wishing well of crocodile cheers