be

then, like buttered fingers there's a few more mintues till dawn
i have a few more things to say, you know, long lost worlds words
(and i fall to keep you from falling)

simple love they say - a chandelier breaks we are all falling out loneliness is the last known last lone road and sudden as heartbreak you make me think there may be more to life than lust and everafter
just like clouds i want to watch them past with your legs, careful hands at your knees and down
my god, i think of you seeing like light as feathers and maybe i want to devour your body with cool blue stares, trace your breasts with the tip of my fingers leaving perfect prints on the bone between them.

so maybe, i've got no time: i want to use it to taste the skin of your back
an entire long instant, spent
in moments casual as dronewars and how i know the way we'll make love will break the mold

met a girl at a fruitstand said i should've taken you ages ago and that's what they all say
what they all say,
and maybe this time they're right as rain
-i get lost just thinking about your eyes-
and dreaming of the expression on your face the first time, the first time
i put my fingers between your legs
i want you so i want you in hip motions
and back arches and breaths caught
want you in closed-eye-stares and fingernail skin dances
want you in wet hair, climbing from the shower, want you in bent over the sink ways
in eyes rolled back and grabbing my arms in sofa-dance therapy and climbing over each other to pull the clothing from our bodies

and in middle of the night wandering hands and wake, you're watching me,

want you in smile gestures in lips closing around cocks and tongues sliding into you: lips on the flesh of your lips
want you in bloodbitten lowerlips and your hand sliding slowly down your jeans (maybe just to check the temperature)

want you in explosions from the gut, thighs pressing to pop out my eyes
in tingly sensations across the body stretching to the fingertips and fingernails: toe curls,
i want you in milky liquids across your stomach want you ways unfathomed by the experts of the kama sutra

want you in ways unthinkable to pornography

and want you in...
want you in...
want to be
want to be in
side you

until the end of breaths.

and wake, watching you dress for work wake watching you dress for work and feel the air collapse when you clsoe the door
and it'll be,
it'll be nine hours at least (until) i touch you again

the day will be the hardest part of it.

then i'll be stopping you at the door, you'll be stopping me in doorways on the way in, on the way out
they have yet to create the moment when i do not crave the taste of you
when i dont fall almost face flat on cement
erections leans outwards and i hope you know
hope you know
it's so terribly far (to the ground)
it's all so silly and more, the way i want you

want to feel the flesh behind your knees
want to watch you on your knees
want to make your knees tremble while i'm on mine while i'm on mine

and wanting you is so easy as breathing

a squeezing of your thighs a breath we trade back
and
forth
until we can't remember whose it started out as
until we can't think of ways...
can't think of ways...

i need you in blank moments, tired moments, busy moments, need you in breaths taken in and sensations had.

in fingers tapped and pens pressed to page
in emails written and in thoughts had

in all the ways the streets need rain
in all the ways the sea needs the moon
and you shake me so hard as woken from the nightmare of instants when your voice was not in my ear
when your words were not before my eyes
when your thoughts were not with me...
when...

2003-11-23 | 7:21 p.m.
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