then short bloom

so you asked for this. words in a row, sentences capable of aligning planets, i'd love to give it to you just that way, from behind, or looking into your eyes or pulling you from the shimmery cloud of my mind and setting you down in a windless wooded area somewhere between my first memory and the last one i'll ever have.

and you want me i gather, from the eyefludders over a phone line and long searches at record stores, but this is how i want to play it now.

love'll be the look in your eyes when i press my fingers into you.

2003-06-26 | 11:13 a.m.
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