Saturday, November 20, 2004

bolts of nothing

i tried to imagine what it would be like
to stand facing you

beard against white skin
try to remember the smell of you
the taste of your spit
your tongue licking the side of my mouth


i physically ache / pain becomes too much
chest hurts for you

want is another word for need
to have / i want you

yet it is an impossible situation
the more i can't the more i want / need

feed on this sadness / days become daze
night becomes more than dark ness


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