i believe i understand you more now,
after evading explanation for so long...

i see the reasons for the intensity.
and the longingache for a nymphette's inhale of you...

and do you think i should start my
own collage' collection?
for even in utmost-union,
what laid unspoken between us
was more than one could ever know
beneath the sheets...

but where do you begin
the beginning of this eternal mural of art?
you jumped on me, prey's eyes shut,
sinking opal fangs into my pearl-skin,
and the elixir cleansweetened my tongue
into speaking internally of only you...

but the moral-point of your 'higher intentions'
reflected on my outstretched hand also...
for ink could not rest on the cherrywood table
long enough to dry,
so my fingerprints turned into yours before my eyes,
and the mixing of your passionblood into mine,
forged the symbol,
that until now,
i couldn't picture.

you take over my writing script
and i scream to let me catch up with it all...

a rolling stone gathers no moss,
but a snowball on the other hand...

*cheshire grin*

10/21/2002

Posted on 10/21/2002
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