1:56 a.m. sea of purple satin
and i can't escape you, even now, because ny sheets are stained with the smell of you(and i and sweat and sex and regret).....no

And I'll need more than water to wash the taste of you from my mouth//yes, more than water to defeat the cigaretteswinedisaster combination of you;;and now against my better judgement and helped along, I think, by the bottle of good ol' cabernet sauvignon (trusted friend and ally))///I'm remembering the day we took a drive down Highland Road,,through the neighborhoods we've never been rich enough to live
in and the day was clear and we made plans and possibilities
(and we had dreamed them in abundance, in droves, in avalanche))
and we were happy for
just.
that.
moment.but i know i should just take a breath and

repressrepressrepress

because tonight instead of those plans i have two empty wine bottles, a half empty bed, and a wine glass that relates too much my mouth and is begging for your lips again

01/10/2008

Author's Note: ill never forget the way the taste of you lingered in my mouth until morning///ill swallow you down eventually

Posted on 01/11/2008
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