"Mark Anthony Writes Cleopatra"

Cleopatra,

      There is a magic moment when I embrace you. I can still smell the little wisp of hair flowing wildly in front of your beautiful face. The way we melt into each other's arms with a passion running wild. Controlling, slowing our tenderness to kiss, to make last a hurried moment. The wild look in your eyes tell all there is to say. "Are we primal in our love?" So be it, Cleo my love. I think often of the graceful moves of which we actualize our fantasies of the flesh.

      Time is but grains of sand held but for a moment that lasts for eternity. I will always remember the wisps of hair full of electric blue static, so sensuous, so erotic, as we share our energies. My soul anticipates our next meeting with joy.

      I will see you on the 'morrow, for today I ready Caesar's army for battle.

With eternal love,

Mark Anthony