By starcasmo@aol.com Date: 23 July 1999
His skin surrounds me Keeping me warm, and somehow protecting me from the storm that is us... His soft flesh like a weathered trenchcoat But what...or whom is it protecting...or exposing? Does it keep ourselves in or each other out? Pounding thunder and breathtaking lightning- kindled friction melts our entirety and we lay together in a serene puddle until the omnipotent sun rises and we evaporate our own ways....