| How does it feel when I look at you through plexi separation Your cheeks thick with elsewhere concentration Your whiskery shine stubble far from my eyelids The slope of your chin aimed towards distant halls My words four times spoken before you can hear me How do I feel living without your reactions how do I sit shaking with morning time vibes Hurting from curses sent cracked fast from friends How do I stop respecting those once respected How do I ask rhetorical questions again and again How does it feel when I'm finally questionless? I want to gently arouse your blood filled tongue I want your hot veined arms circling me in warm tender strength I want to say yessssss as you lick d o w n my throat prickling me to awareness Panting my anticipation I want to kiss your ideas massage your sentences. I want to make sweet suggestions to your raised eyebrows with gently sniffing fingers I want violas concerting tympanii. shedding bother and distraction. stripping past mundanities. entering the strangest side of lifes profanities in hot saffron celebration. july 2001 |
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