your fever always gets the best of me.
it makes me admit to things, it makes
me tell the absolute truth. always.
but you are unaffected by the cold draft
i bring into a room. you do not see the way
i can fog up a window. you do not see the
lover in me.

but i have pink in all the right places
and i'm so very good with my hands.
i could kiss you for all of december and
then start over again.

but you don't care to get thatclose to me.
you can only shy away from my intentions.
my passion is mistaken by you for
clumsy eyes and being too excessive.

i only want to love you. i only want
to open myself up to you. i've told you
all there is to know about me. now, i
want to show you.

12/12/2003

Author's Note: hmm

Posted on 12/13/2003
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