June 28, 2004 - 2:45 pm
dodging eyelashes, let me have a seat
let the berlin wall reincarnate in a tree
let the colors and sparks resonate in my smoke-free chest
an honest answer is a like a kiss on the lips, but it's not a lie if you never ask the particulars
"finally" is the thought ricocheting in my skull. it's thoughts that keep me from doing...anything. but it's the anythings that make me think, like slightliy damp hair and the ripe flesh of a hip and pulsing rain on summer asphalt
