wallow

in the midnights of low end masochism (turncoat mental warzone collaborations, alterations) just burns now un-subtle stern and closing in on me like thoughts bent sentry stands gaurd over nothing and falling is a dream (it comes so often in mid-summer naps) and shorelines keep getting...further...

so in the mornings now you'll be smiling at someone else, resting you head on their shoulder, close-eyed beautiful and leaned into (and thoughts betray the finest of men, women are prey to their emotions, men are prey to nightmares of their own concious creations) so no one finds it harder to climb through, wisked sofa seats with plaid patterns and smooth microfiber couches for readin in the half-light: it's here you come to me in walking wilderness ways (unchanged) and i am so often watching you unchanged (speaking your mythline love sonnets of the soonest heart to some other man, some other way than this and to me). but i live through it. etiher way.

2004-06-04 | 1:08 p.m.
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