legal pad sutra

then it was all problems lingering in the dust legal pad sutras longsince dust overgrown

you have passageways at dawn to tell me stories in stretching jug of wine across the earth and smiling fumbling zippers find us on our backs. fingers hands busy running circles

swooning firefly sensations (skin!) long draped curtains over eyes i can feel your breasts with every breath but know you only as a blind man knows Twain with his fingertips but it is all worth it when you leave me one gasp on the cold earth new drugs inside you now

at every moment there are ten thousand galaxies forming inside you.

2003-02-17 | 11:10 p.m.
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