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By Bijoux Date: 2005 Jun 19 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.19.18.53.1771]] |
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you are an operator press my buttons and make me your dummy, because I'm such a dummy I get pushed around by small gusts of wind wishing for the new scent of a new town where my life has not yet unfurled and I have become a slave to flesh, the thin wisps of hair on your stomach gleam like pearls and I unfurl all over your bed I am a misplaced comma fumbling for the right word my encounters are upsurd in rapture, your lips suck the delicate pollen from my eyes but my vision is still blurred The dawn wakes me and I draw angels in the fog on your windowpane but I have not emptied all the pain from my trecherous affairs and all the nightmares I am naked and waiting I am hungry I am masturbaating my heart twitches and my legs are a tangled mess of ventricles and I need you again. |