without fire

and so under the moon we danced poorly around trees and held hands, smiling: these things are made for happiness to dwell in. still together, arched outwards, we get together some saturdays and shine brighter than alpha cenrauri (winds like countdown to eternity) and we are laughter modes for eyedroppers, soft lunges, barely we move but it's okay- (remember when i sucked to hard at your tender parts?) and you pulled my face away: just like that soft, then hard we move through the world.

2004-06-23 | 5:45 p.m.
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