love my honeyhawks...

other than that... puck has utterly confused me.. mixed messages.. not dominant at all... or at least he is very polite, aware of boundaries.. i thought we had dropped a few walls the night he chastely slept beside me, pressed together against the chilly old house drafts..

things are a little looser, easy going between us.. can't figure out if it's easy friendship or tinged with more.. why do i always have to be the one with balls.. the one to think about it.. i think i'll just let things flow.. fly by the seat of my pants.. don't think, just act.. primal, instinctual..

so off to bed and dreams i go...

If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.

dream.