lovesong for your closed eyes

how, jesus, now i'de love to be tireseus for your every thought
and walking away only when your down and out, scriblling, fuck, now rantings, just for your closed eyes and hope-storm mad racecazr-thought lifestyle
with your warm
clean fingers across my face and (no) it's not as clear as i'd like you're just/just going to have to take it, as-is,
no chargebacks
or return me to the shelf of time (where you found me) refelcting every shaft of light across
time and space
damn, you smelled good that day.

2003-05-10 | 10:42 a.m.
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