Pappy and Harriet's
June 23rd 2024

Since I respect you so much: G-d knows, you may as well be, YHVH Katan ,as far as my devotion to you goes, -- I have not told you one important fact.

On September 4th 2022, having arrived early, as I have written before, I had the venue confused and went into a diner to ask clarification.

It was there that [he] and I met.
While he was flirting with me, I was trying to be polite with him and asked again about the venue, and your drummer/bassist/go-to guy was the first to correctly point-out that it was, in fact, the EXIT, across the street.
This other guy, who I would later realise was [your partner], was still piling it on and almost getting in my face, when I declared, very coldly, that,

"I'm here for Marissa."

well, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he grew... bitter-cold towards me, with that particular smile that he has, you know the one -- and just bore in to me with his eyes.

I blew that off, not knowing who he was, and I crossed the street to then meet you.
When you were off to flit about and tell people whatever had just come to mind, before you returned with the smoke, I looked over and saw you two speaking.  He was not a fan of what you were telling him.  I think you two maybe even had a few words, before you returned and we smoked together, and your chair broke, but not only didn't you fall, but you held on strong, right across from me, and saved yourself the embarrassment.  I was beginning to feel the effects you had warned me of, and when you looked across the table at me, your look of astonishment that I hadn't rushed to your side, was tempered by my expression of supreme admiration -- as well as my eyes of love.

Beyond meeting your friends [f] and [m], [m] who had been very kind to me, you made time to chat, touch base, and as I have written, get noticed and see if I was in fact responding to your absolutely fking killer moves -- and I was LOCKED onto you:

"Her Eyes! Her Eyes!, smoulder-burning
Magnetic, animals circling
Ankle shown, bent, eyes confirming"

...whew...

So, anyway, I made a deliberate effort not to look up at you as you performed, and when afterwards, he put his hands on your hips, and you got upset, he turned you and said something about my gaze during the show -- I knew we were in for a bumpy-road.

Our Zoom sessions really weren't lessons, as you have said, but brief, monthly conversations where we both exercised a lot of self-editing, implied language, and special looks or unconscious tells...

During one, the one where you received both, Klytus & Kala, and, Black Rabbit; towards the very end of the call, he, off camera, said something to you which kind of freaked you out a bit, and I tried to reassure you that what he had said, about you, in relation to those two songs, didn't matter to me, but I was never sure if you had heard me before the connection dropped.  What he said about you still doesn't matter to me; I have made a conscious decision to love you, regardless.

So, yes, Love, I'm five years older than he, and my son is older than his, by far, but I think you will concede that I'm rather vivacious and ...tenacious, and that I love you with all my heart.

It's like that line from GATTACA:

'how did you win all those [swimming contests]?'
-- 'I never saved anything for the swim back.'

Profound love for you, Marissa,
HaShem willing, I'll be around, and we'll start writing those songs, together.

-Kyrinn

p.s.: Hearing you play and sing, MORSYLPH, is one of my fondest memories; Love you,

BRIDE OF SET

MORSYLPH
(C) 2022 Kyrinn S. Eis

Wind-kissed hill:
of verdant green.
Grey clouds gather
to wash me clean.

Long blades sway:
the breath bellows;
as first drops fall,
and the mood mellows.

Horizon sounds in rumbles,
rain-stabs like icy-daggers,
grass-slick makes-stumble,
'Christina's World', I stagger.

Suddenly! above my body,
--I survey the land,
caressed by clouds:
Fallen Angel's hand.

Lightning flash etched upon
rivulet-bed eyes of mine.
F!$t high in unheard song
-'Morsylph,-I, -not Undine!'

The mood de-mellows
as last drops fall;
now a breezy breath in
which long blades sway...

Grey clouds gathered--
that washed me clean,
upon a verdant, wind
-kissed hilly scene.

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NOTES-

 o    I of III

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post-.post-.script.: That third one is all about you...and me

OXO

I thought this was a nice, brief and meaningful, interview, and wanted to share it.
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This is part of her performance at that show.
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