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sooner or later it'll get that way and i'll know you're gone. with casted shafts of light red and blue like silk we watched the stars fall i was inside you (you knew the thoughts in patterns, dribble) i wanted to take you down
in mexico, there was warm and sand to fall across your body still kisses to be felt, wine to be drunk. i knew those days, but i can't remember now.

i wanted words or ways of a magician to bring you back, but you've not yet gone for me from the warmth of the sheets (i could smell your hair when i woke) alwaysneverseldombeforeyouwithyouafteryou i knew the sunlight midnight, it'll always come. in here there's everything i need and i'll remember but not now, how we could break the backs of saviors with our caresses (i long for the taste of you) longsince on my lips god, you tasted good, and soft so soft for the whisps of hair between your legs i knew i'd die in you someday (the way we planned, it will all work out

and then we can laugh, like the rivershore, the bugs ate our picnic and we slept beneath the blanket

and there was so much music, i could have bested mozart, but how we sang, i hunger again to sing with you, and this, none of this will matter the way it does now, the way i can't remember

but i know you knew you in the soft air i could take you in my arms forever no one knew our names.

and that was fine with the gods for now

and somedays before i wake it's still that way, still those ways when we listened for the gods, no one know that like i do,

and now, they are lonlier than ever and i could never comfort like you (you could console a gazalle for being caught as the lion rips the flesh) and i know,
i know
you still do.

II.

i've gone for the city, with it's islands of lost loves, lost hopes i can fall between the cracks and refuse the sun the notion of spotting me (i can only find darkness.) you wanted so badly to be awake from the slumber of an invisible cage you built with the pyramids in mind.

and yes, i'm still too drunk to walk or feel or fear but i can let the day go and be alright.

and i have come to see the dark path i led, watching what you need and want transpire (i thought you'd always be there) to watch you want and need.
i didn't mean the soft untneder words, they were only for the ocean where i saw you once again waiting for me.

III.

the crash and blank of the city has faded me and i can remembver the way i never loved you right and you came to be before my eyes resting, lingering for me to be alive for you, but i could only dream the dreams of sordid saints in dark city capitals. the path was alwyas longer than god. but i knew i thought i believed in you always reaching for the farthest bedstand truning the clock to snooze (we never woke on time) just waited and were alte for sunday school and work and other times to be there. we were never there. i know my fault but i put the truth in you in you i put the truth

event he postman knows your perfume (ten bottles for ten years) it was me, i always knew i could know but then without slight delay, never a call and gone. ten years gone, no payphone calls, no messages on my machine, no letters you knwo how i loves letters (love letters) or at lease a thought.

i think you might have pictures in your bedstand.

IV.

i saw you and loved you on the day the day you moved to town and so then, i disapeared in you melted by your fingertips slight yellow vibes, god knew us but i never should have gone come without you come home not the way you needed.

V.

and so we lose the law, sitting on the fallen tree, escapading down the sides of our lives inventing, building (we're all architects of love or the ones we love) created in the fabric of our mind.

but i love her how, after these solem broken years (my mind well) and i wanted you to know
you were better in bed.

2003-02-21 | 3:52 p.m.
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