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By darwin Date: 2004 Mar 22 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.22.13.24.21412]] |
| somewhere in between, i learned to hunt. between the rapid fire thoughts, and conclusions that I can so quickly draw. there were the attempts at stealth, but my eyes have always been open windows, with secrets never being kept. they can glitter, or in a second, shimmer with the too soon dew drops of tears. it's been interesting, this roller coaster, this ride that occasionally dives. i haven't felt that familiar dampness or longing though, between my thighs lately. it seems to be a barren dessert. just a dry wind blowing in my life. so it would be famine, would it? when was the feast, when I could have had drink a plenty? when I could have dipped into the pool that your eyes create when darkness falls. i wanted to run naked with you somewhere, as long as it was warm enough. but now my skin just feels the familiarity of cotton, and the softness it has after a dozen or so washes. i don't want you to be a familiar t-shirt. something that I wear everyday. something the cats lay on in the sun. i want you to be the leather stilletos. the zipper that my hand has to grip for it to come. i want you to be the midnight trappings with heavy bass, that surges through my body. i want you to be the red lipstick i wear and bleeds down my chin with the cold white wine. |