i try to read you
but my vision is obscured
and your pages are weathered under
years of pressure, and stuck together
so the sentences become inconsistent
their meaning, altered and confused
between shared intoxicating stares
still your smell is sweet
tickling the hairs in my nose

3/1/2004 ( Read more... )

cynicism is beauty, I think.

sometimes, anyway.

Smoke swirl dancing. The sacred dance. Like Kokopelli dancing. Euphorically praising the flowing tides of creation. In wonder and awe and all that was ours, during intimate moments in the wee early hours. Your breath on my neck. Our bodies shaking. Back breaking love making. Amazingly human. Or humanly divine. Which is, not really divine at all, ( Read more... )

Innocence
Awe
Pleasure
Detachment
Hope
Realism
Pity
Sadism
Pain
Fear
Cynicism
Reflection
Identity
Infinity
Respect
Clarity
Simplicity
Rhythm
Growth
Optimism
Intelligence
Enlightenment
Death
Wonder
Addiction
Resentment
Evolution
Escape
Independence
Vengence
Bliss
Imagination
Sorrow
Closure
Love

a year had passed since i’d seen your face
still the other night you played some familiar tunes
inebriated, animated, overcompensating
your presence was almost too much to stand

well i wish i didn’t give a shit.