your naked youth glides gracefully
beneath my fingertips
startling comfortable with a sweet
sense of hesitation
not knowing which way to move next really,
just knows closer...closer
so close now nothing extra could
complete this
unnecessary anyway
but we held on tight enough i believe
leaving dangerous carvings behind
on raw skin bled for by the beauty of it all.
through measuring with levels of consumption
we swallowed it all
and never once did i think to ever spit
there wasn't a choice
and it wouldn't have mattered had there ever
been one

11/26/2002

Posted on 11/26/2002
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