To this Suicide Hotel he checked in--Prefering neither living or dying, But found comfort inside my head. There he would visit and linger.

I began to call him "Yellow Robe" because I could "see" him in a long yellow silk robe when we spoke.

Some times when I spoke the sounds that would come out sounded like his words and likewise, when he'd speak we would speak he would sound as if he were me. I began not to know who I was. I would walk to places I did not intend to go. We developed this spiritual psychic bond.

Yet it was disturbing. When I thought I was alone--I could hear him speak in my mind. And also I'd "see" him nearby when he was not...sometimes just his shoes, or his face, or just a shadow passing when no one was there. He seemed to know know What I though....and distance did not matter.

He seemed to perfer this distant closeness. I never knew when he might "catch hold of me" and eroticize me from the inside out and not from the outside in. To confront him, I took by the wrist and pulled him aside to speak privately to him.

"So, is that foreplay or just safe sex.........?" I asked

"It is just a hobby of mine....", he replied, sighing.

"Hobby!....I said to myself...."I do't think so..he is too loud too often, too intense..."

So we continued to play each others "radio" this way. Being that, I think, he was quite married. But he called it a "Gray Area"

I called him witch, tantric master, voodoo daddy, praticioner....

He seemed to both spy one me and ignore me. And what could I do--but accept this sort of attention which was more exciting than any touching relionship I've known.

So I just said "That's all right Papa......any way you do" I looked for a poem I'd written sometime ago, Dream Lover and gave it to him, just to taunt and tease him. In fact when I first wrote this "Ode", I asked if I could put it up on the Net--"he did not care" he said.

Very often he would blush as we spoke or he would leave my company because his body parts would not behave themselves.

It is said that "blood" is thicker that water" and "Love is thicker than blood" We seemed to be bound like Osiris and Isis as sister/brother, wife/husband, mother/son, father/daughter>-----------.

Yellow Robe what is your father's name--He did not speak, I asked him, "please tell me your Death Story....again he did not speak.

Then one day I had a dream......I whispered to him, "we were together, Yellow Robe, you were very happy."

It was a three part dream...like a three act play. I did not tell the whole dream story to Yellow Robe.

Act One: was trouble caused by one individual. Trouble I could do nothing about, but just work around it.

Act Two: was the "Floating Blue Fours", time passing I presumed...they moved in a clockwise manner.

Act Three: we arrived at the same place doing the same thing.

After the dream: There was and still is trouble at work. And he quit suddenly--without a good bye-- I still continue to "hear" from. I have not seen or heard from him (conventional ways). However I did recieve an email with the Ravenhawk story. The floated fours continue. I dont know how it will occur.......But someway our paths will cross again............... to be continued