mystery white girl

oh so let me lay here a little while, i can see sharp breathing and fool hardy enough to make it last. i was thinking a moment ago about the way your face lights up when you talk about shudder to think, the way you run your fingers over your jean-knees to flatten the arches and crumbles and move your hands out/away comes closer to majesty than anything else.

your chormosomes match certain heartbeats, i hope you know, some rhythms exist only to the motions of your heartbeat play soft and coming around sooner than later, puts in a bit of dream brother and we can just float here, in mind temples drawing out sighs as we go, as we fly without trying (some hypnotic nighttime holocaust of the senses) and just lay there a while, let me lean back on the couch, tremble barely at all, almost still and crying comes so close we can all just watch it, you and me is all and more...

like heaven hands and glamour fingers we cross shining deserts to lay heads in each other's laps, sleep: motionless.

2004-02-17 | 9:25 p.m.
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