Suter Serenade

Suter, you get to be Nanook of the North with me on a moderate day like this. You have just proposed and presented me with a birch bark canoe for an engagement gift. You used American wizardy with a birch product, terpantine. We will go just beneath the Ramsey County Jail on the hill and commence, in 1 hour, down to New Orleans. I am the lock and you are loaded to use your abilities properly without touching me. On Burbon Street, I drink an Arnold Palmer (Ice tea and lemonade) and you have an appletini. We find the best five star MOTEL and stay low with your bourbon disease. We sleep until THE SERPANT rises in you. Upon waking the walls start quaking. You kiss me FOR REAL and we transport to the woods of Faribanks by Geyser Lake. It is energy and the whole bottom of the lake is crystal. It begins to glow as the steam moves to the heavens. The most sacred swim of all. No more question of if and what I wear, I am just PRESENT and you are too. New heavenly lights accompny the frogs and fireflies tonight. I then give YOU your gift. It is butterflies that I made of tissue paper. After holding them for a minute, they become real and encompass your aura with beautiful streaming pink light. Let us never discuss love again.