omega

sooner wake,
and dawn is a breath brom the clock
and we're waiting
wime is in our minds (nowhere else)
lurking soft, mad
like naked children, you tell me odd stories
i worship he who brings love
brings lust (shit, could you call the cops, here?) and
then, turn shallow
i breathe calm hours
your transient eyes take
me aimless and
i follow you...

2003-10-12 | 5:24 p.m.
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