By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 29 October 2000
jesus in my bed
i still think of you lying in my bed
with your hair hanging down
i said you reminded me of jesus
i suppose you could say he was my first lover
when i had religion crammed down my throat
and now, his incarnation
in my bed
would explain your perfection
why is it without your touch now
even lying in my bed
your there
and i see a tree that i saw with you
i drive down a highway, i know you have driven
and you are there
we still talk
and your still confused
because love is the almight tool of confusion
and you never know when your brain
will suddenly become unmuddled
and we dream a little bit
and sleep on it, to get away from our fears
of being alone
but your touch has scarred me
sometimes in the mornings i can taste you
your bitter taste, that i loved
i see you soon
you still want that
but you don't know how much you want
so how many servings on your plate tonight
how many more do you want
because, sometimes....there's not enough for seconds
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