| in an alternate universe, three- |
| in an alternate universe, three- minutes-thirty-seconds-flat would be my personal best and I would understand all those words you singing in latin were. and you, twisting my shirt-front about your index-finger, would pull me (just as i started to arrive on my haunches) back to the floor, where we have been sitting since evening, saying "till just now things have never felt this way, nor I." |