I woke up this morning purring
Listening to the quiet
Laying mellow and lazily
Wrapped in rumpled sheets
Biting my lip
Drawing in what seemed like lingering scent
All entangled in the core of a sloshy brain
Bittersweet music in my ears
Bewitching, thwarting, teasing
Cradled gently, being pulled deep
deeper
deepest
Into a liquid ocean
Shifting between warm and safe
Cold and anxious
I don't know, I guess it's just a purifying process

12/05/2002

Posted on 12/06/2002
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