First Letter To John Cayton

December 2nd 2013 4:00 am (o400) Detoxing from drugs pychotrophically speaking My couch was an aroma of deadened sweat too putrid to mention You came to call not long after I thought I was pregnant by my boyfriend and coididently was at the time of my detoxidation night sweats for weeks and yes he had my key He messed up my hair and tangled it a bit as I cried when hospitalized at the cutting my hair (tangle free) You, John Cayton spoke to me lovingly of everafter all in a lifetime You went to town, home on a personal leave to see me and all the women thought you were the most handsome, a perfect form as I expressed to the hardware store owner he is really overworked I'm not too much for the muscle bound type You loooked at him in despair I heard, as our blue eyes had met before when he said to you that I was concerned and all that small towns attention was upon you You got us a condo Then you left after leaving me full of desire of a close encounter of another kind John, I truly do not know how to explain my days on a log I have no itenary to show when we will see each other I do know that when God puts two people together it surely will happen I've tried to block you out of my mind and I don't know why I know that each and every star has its reasons just as the money hungry in Cali have no rights to this heart of mine but as I explained, I would feel secure with him I would never be tempted to have relations and could sleep by his side and rest well You look good now You are perfect and I find myself shy to you because I feel like an out of shape over 40 country girl and have the stretch marks humanly to prove so You say, well that is why I love you so, because while I've been away, you've harshly been handled and I only want to hold you for my life's worth Far beit to me to rain down on you as my tears fall, I know how I feel, that is all Words do not compesate the very soul yet though tired and worn and jagged around the edges I am loved for me by you only you, and God has His hand upon us Sincerely, Lucinda Lu Cayton To: Sir John Cayton ( we are not related but carry the same last name- Dad would be astounded! We are not French (related to Joan of Arc) and his family is) what a story of America and beyond! Perhaps we will agree me acting like another ancestor BraveHeart is a poor choice.