Friday, May 16, 2014


in the rare occasion that we might move around
release the toxic surroundings of your sudden urge
to intersect with another being. grasp onto the thin
lines like spider webs flowing with a spring breeze.

euphoric shaken & stirred and an abundance of
"i'll have whatever he's having" type of attitude. he
knows the way a thousand times before... "who said
there would be one after..." how unexpected.

we left for a moment... to a sight from our present
tense, now past, i can see it all in front of me. each
small detail is beginning to fall into place. just a few
more shakes before the possession will be complete.

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