this is my chandelier swing

it was raging (hard-on) and climbing desperate on the shore of knowing waiting longer hours, humanity has us at it's stake and ("this is the chandelier swing") how i want you wanted you every day since birth before unopened eyes and upside down sight-seeing tours began and then a day but ("this is the chandelier swing") i never wanted needed, nothing in our bones tells us the story of pairing off, culture slings us down (a belt at our backs) and leaves us lonely without the key to everything that makes us whole so ("this is the chandelier swing") i tell myself i'll need you only until the end of time, waiting slow and steady how your hips were designed from my arms to be around and sunsets draw us into closed eye and lip-touch moments, so i'll always build monuments in your name and tell grand stories of your raging beauty and how the lives of the dying were made better when i was inside you and ("this is the chandelier swing") then god comes prancing a hundred healing hands strapped across my chest and i know i can cure every ail across mountian ranges and forrest fires melting polar ice caps and such so ("this is the chandelier swing") how can i make it without you?

2003-05-11 | 1:06 p.m.
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