dreams
And its no good to masturbate because in my dream we only kissed and thats all I wanted.
But I woke and she was there, pictures spanning years. But when I looked I knew not if she was the same girl or if I was just fawning over an image, a fantasy, an idea. I'll carry the desire in my breast-pocket and, like the Roman soldier and the fox who clawed out his side, every few minutes I'll freeze up for just an instant to feel a cold shot of wonderment and feel like a child.
But I woke and she was there, pictures spanning years. But when I looked I knew not if she was the same girl or if I was just fawning over an image, a fantasy, an idea. I'll carry the desire in my breast-pocket and, like the Roman soldier and the fox who clawed out his side, every few minutes I'll freeze up for just an instant to feel a cold shot of wonderment and feel like a child.