Never in my wildest dreams, because this is the stuff movies are made of, and I'm not sure whether that is good or bad. And you were there, and you were there, and you were there. three times over, three times lucky, every time a little more love surging through us, every every time. Hot water hitting like rain and bullets and brass keys, opening doorways to our skin, all in the whirlwind of touching and kissing that we can call Oz: Darling, you ARE my home, and I promise you, there's no place like it. "be my hope I'll be your hope be the hair that knots with my hair be the drink when I am thirsty be the hand I hold at night"