Look right through me, you
and all you are to me
is visible to you
as though
I was transparent...a forever-ghost.

My hands pass through you, my lips
search for you, wisps of white,
the nature of me inside you,
electrostatic,
I want you, I want you...

Close the door, in the dark
I might be visible to you.

03/27/2005

Posted on 03/28/2005
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