my drunken words
are love- making themselves to you
your soul in mine heavy as iron ore
all i see is you, i am quite sure
this lack of desire to see anything else
has drowned out my icy shore
and still i ache
my tearless eyes sneer themselves shut
little proud spheres
maybe i expected an explosion
or a pounding stasis to stop the drenching
flow of my electric ire and this
constant strumming of all thats
passed, flying by me like warm summer
nights

01/06/2004

Posted on 01/07/2004
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