By Misti Date: 2003 Jan 30 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.30.20.30.7063]] |
he tries to bring it all back to me with cathedral music the patient friction of his fingers candles and incense the lazy eights of his tongue toys and magazines he tries to stir it up rouse it from its 100 year slumber with a rosy kiss make it tingle make it spin make it roar like the eternal tide but it hides in waiting for a fresh miracle mute magic that cannot be deciphered with a code ring and it's another night of enduring the big empty ache. |