behind you there is a table and i am certain it feels good to have you within it's sight line i am certain of some things and lost to others a never ending cycle motion of ways through moments uncurled and lounging about and so often, you make them

next to you is the night stand that priam long since knew would be the doing and undoing of him at once.

you are the seas to me so often. mysteries on top of mysteries and all of them are stretching out and turning into me in firm cracks and gentles whips that bring me turning back to you i am always somehow turning back to you and

what else is there?

2008-03-12 | 12:13 p.m.
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