what does one do with all the emotions that exist now that shouldn't. where will i be now without your mouth resting on my mountains; your fingers buried in my canyon. every moment alongside your sweat is a birthday for my skin. me cross legged on your cold floor smelling your sweatshirt as you sleep. i know i have to tell you to take all my love and just forget i ever mentioned it, but how can i do that when your mouth as you kiss could be the apocalypse and i would be ok with that. you don't even know the ocean that you are. that every motion you make is miraculous to me. like that dead corpse, i am being carried out with the tide.

2003-02-15, 9:43 p.m.
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