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Not dead. Just busy. despite a bad weekend, i still am a sappy sucker. at the walker art center, minneapolis. post-road trip without the boy ramble. lunch. |
04.12.05 - 8:50 am in the basement. I,
say, looking at your clavicle your eyes were too dangerous might have stabbed me to death and left me to bleed naked on your bed; I am going to do something stupid. I say. And in the enveloping darkness and sweat from our groping moaning touching you lean into me, whisper. I love you, I tell your clavicle. You freeze, and for one tiny, deadly moment I am dead dying gone. and then! you! perfect, hold me closer, pull me into you, i am crushed by your emotion, leaning into my neck, kiss my ear as you whisper, and I am oblivious anything but the soft path of your hand along my side as i breathe in. breathe in. this is written for my new boyfriend, robert. he's fucking amazing. |