we went on wholehearted
Excited during class---by Emily Dickinson and the arm-flailing way my professor decribes Desire. She is steeped in perfection (professor & Emily D.). "Wild Nights, Wild Nights!" bring on fantasies of making out with one of my many crushes. Stepping out of the class, out of the shell, into the girls' bathroom where we turn and face each other. Remarkably no one enters and ohhh, fingers dance on flesh.
Emily Dickinson.
Desire.
YOU.
I walk around on campus--one big charged ball of desire.
I haven't felt like this in so long. (Maybe the birth control really did numb me...?) Oh, the fantasies.
"Might I but moor--
Tonight-
In Thee!”
And I say...
and how!
Emily Dickinson.
Desire.
YOU.
I walk around on campus--one big charged ball of desire.
I haven't felt like this in so long. (Maybe the birth control really did numb me...?) Oh, the fantasies.
"Might I but moor--
Tonight-
In Thee!”
And I say...
and how!