You can't know where you are unless you know where you've been. I sent her five of my poems, including one with just a touch of flirting in it. I felt free and spontaneous in doing so. And in dreams to be reborn in your, where i in vivid iridescense would dance. And i would brush your lips with mine, a butterfly of a moment alighting and then rising fluttering away.
Sky is light now.
This elicited a much more responsive and lengthy letter. She noticed the romantic poem. A feeling of deep happy excitement came over me. In my next letter I told Laura Yes, you're a legitimate lesbian. Ignore those man-hating separatists who are so rabid.