Friday was a week since the horrifying assault on Joy’s vagina committed so casually by Dr. ComeSeeMyPatient’s vagina and her legion of young wannabes who erected that fucking Detour sign where my penis hungers to park. While my patience is wearing thin, my ravenous desire for reunion culminating in the ooooo ahhhhh sound of bodies surrendering in a mutual explosion of orgasmic penetration grows stronger by the moment.

Like waiting night after night after night beneath the flashing EMERGENCY ROOM sign of an inner city hospital, me and my cock – now recognized unofficially as The Artist formally known as Prince – watch and listen for every sign of the door opening, even a crack, and the smock covered nurse with her cropped hair and pursed lips whispering, “You may come in now.”

It’s not yet been a month since I met Joy’s vagina. Although it’s today just a month and a day since we first met.

Utterly, breathlessly in love.

Not fallen, but risen.

In a month and a day?

No, actually not.

It was much faster than that.

An instant, not more.

Days before we kissed, we met casually over grilled salmon and spicy red wine.

At once, I was home in the comfort of her curious, soft brown eyes.

As we parted that night, I dared not kiss her beyond a quick peck that whispered intentionally in the silence.

That night, her heart felt distant, perhaps imprisoned beyond a high and mighty wall erected as a fortress for the gentle, playful spirit hiding within.

I couldn’t feel it, not that day. Not for many more.

Except through the peep holes from which her sweet soul peered out, searching perhaps for signs and signals of safety or danger. Watching from a distance through a powerful scope.

Was she aware of my own eyes peering back?

One month and a day.

Often our lips met again. I’ve met and traveled with her vagina as well.

Utterly, breathlessly in love.

Thou hast always been with me thou we have been always apart.

I have dreamed thee too long,
Never seen thee or touched thee.
But known thee with all of my heart.
Half a prayer, half a song,
Thou hast always been with me,
Though we have been always apart.

Dulcinea… Dulcinea…
I see heaven when I see thee, Dulcinea,
And thy name is like a prayer
An angel whispers… Dulcinea… Dulcinea!

If I reach out to thee,
Do not tremble and shrink
From the touch of my hand on thy hair.
Let my fingers but see
Thou art warm and alive,
And no phantom to fade in the air.

Dulcinea… Dulcinea…
I have sought thee, sung thee,
Dreamed thee, Dulcinea!

Now I’ve found thee,
And the world shall know thy glory,
Dulcinea… Dulcinea!

(Man of La Mancha)