#l57

(Orca Spirit Adventures - Aug. 23, 2007)

Faith (L-57) was always a favorite among whale watchers. Maybe that was because he was very easy to recognize. Even from a great distance he could be spotted because the tip of his dorsal fin hooked over to the right. Or perhaps it was because he was a bit of a loner, often showing up unexpectedly, at a distance from the rest of the pod. He was the son of L45 Asterix and was the brother to L36 unnamed. 

I want to feel the feeling of being in a relationship with you. Imagine on how we will caress each other to comfort. Our hands will trace the constellations at our back. The stars on our chest won’t enter supernova, but our hearts will. Let our tongues be the compass needle in our adventure. Our words will cover each other’s scar. Words will run through our bloodstreams. How we will live by the beauty of metaphors regardless of poor penmanship. There will be no arguments, but we will stab each other with haikus. We will not tell jokes to each other thus we will tell limericks. Our kisses will leave marks together with our promises. Let our promises be tattooed to our body. Let the romance of us with a Peter Gabriel song under a sweet rain attempt to erase every ink but it will fail. The memories will not fade, because this memory will only be a literary piece.

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