Thinkin' of closing the gate…

Hey love,

I think you've figured it out… pretty sure you did. Maybe even a few days go.

Well… I hope so, anyways, because that exterminator with his hoverboard isn't the only one besieging me lately, and I'd kinda like to close the gate behind you, if you don't mind… I don't know how determined some of them are, but after all, there are only so many plants a person might grow by their mailbox…

Don't get me wrong… gonna post on both sides of the fence for as long as it seems I need… but… you know. That door being open even a smidge is bothering me a bit, what with all the noise and clamor at it…

But also, baby…

Here? In this place?

Tell me what you want, and it's yours.

Want me to tell you how beautiful you are? That's a topic I could never tire of…

Want me to talk about how that amazing brain engages me so very thoroughly? It is my favorite thing in this whole wide world, after all…

Want me to tell you how much I love you? Good lord, I hope by now you know I can do it.

And, baby… if you want me to keep you warm in that bed all by your lonesome even when I still can't be there?

Well. In that case, babe. I'll write you letters that make you forget how to see straight.

Or walk, for that matter.

For days.

So. What's up? What's on the menu? I've got a few choice picks, but… you know.

You might be mine, but I am here to serve you.

So. Baby.

What're you havin' tonight?