I am a twilight, moonsoaked,
trembled,
I am a desperate body, hands outstreached
like whitefish
gasping in dry air, for you...
for a shudder and a coalesce,
I am in need of you, a slow binary rotation
a startwin, you, my shining satellite...
I move like a cool river, like a silent
silver wisp, minnowquick,
delicate and ready for you...

12/04/2003

Posted on 12/05/2003
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