a boy like a doll.
12/13/2003 06:46 a.m.
let me explore all your textures
and the way your threads are sewn up
to make shapes and pictures, invisible to the eye
and endless to imagination.
i could untangle and unweave you;
i could break your stitching and pry out your
cotton interior.

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i can see myself in the passenger seat
with you to my left,
the window, open a crack, to my right,
and the air, dense with stifled "i love you on winter afternoons like this,"
surrounding us and our shifting bodies which
can never seem to get comfortable in your car.
the air seems to leap from outside to inside,
wisping through and cleansing me
of all that could make this car ride go by too fast to remember all the important details.
remember:
we're here to make memories.
everything is definate...
driving down this road,
there are no maybe's.
I am currently Thoughtfull
I am listening to bach cello suites .. yo-yo ma