the cold stir of your spiral gaze
floors across me like constant acceleration
sin-deals i make with my body
to lie across yours,
worth every flame.
this body; a shell
that has failed me.
these eyes, this skin will
never reproduce the whirling glory i feel
beneath my spinning surface as we collide,
i imagine the stars, coronating my soul
white solstice skin, roses spurting all along my nerves.
there is nothing, quite like anything i feel,
only you, this surging, quite abstract

06/23/2004

Author's Note: I wrote this a lonnng time ago and decided I'd post it.

Posted on 06/23/2004
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