Charles Carmichael (touch_type) wrote in lechance, @ 2008-11-10 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | charles carmichael, obediah jones |
A package for Obediah
Carefully folded small and affixed to the bottom of a jar of fine clover honey, still on the comb
Sir:
It was my pleasure to receive you a courting his last week. I wish to thank you for your fine company and the kind gift you brought with you. As you perhaps noticed, I lose my voice at times in person; I wished to be frank and send word to you inside the bounds of decency but outside the normal routes. I would not cause talk, not for the world, but I wanted to send these words without recrimination or prying eyes.
I hope you enjoyed our time as much as I did. I have been through these courting rituals before, but I must confess I like your particular style more than any I've encountered. Perhaps it is our mutual disregard for rules. And on rules -- or the lack thereof -- I wish to step outside the bounds of propriety and give you an answer I could not before.
I like to dance, sir, for all the reasons that I said, but I like it most for its intimacy. For what it hints at, and what it reveals. I love the excuse to touch, brush hands to hands or otherwise. I love what is allowed in dance that we would not allow otherwise. I love how it is a preview for other activities, the way two people might fit together in other surroundings.
I hope I have not said too much. And I hope that I might call on you soon at your saloon, and hear your music.
Yours in faith,
Charles Carmichael