2003-02-07
solid form.
condese condese. Feeling this as a mass of energy warmth. I no longer have words, words do not exist that would do this feeling justice.
Instead look me in the eye and see how they sparkle green glitter and you will know it all.
those 3 words I repeat to you sometimes in whispers and sometimes in screams are beyond true. but there is so much more than that..
Today I spent hours searching for swans to call our own. None of which I found would do.
They must be the most perfectly formed beings with inky black and stark white feathers, long curved necks and perfect red beaks.
Tomorrow I will look more, so that soon we will know their depths.
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" what I want
Mornings for the winter and afternoons for the summer
what I want
Is for you to be waiting around the other side of every door
what I want
To walk through the wardrobe of other bodies we have known
what I want
Is fifteen minutes with you
what I want
A lover who loves me when others have loved me not
what I want
Is a Big love, two spoons in a drawer, the master plan
what I want
A lover who can love me slowly
what I want
To make yr heart beat faster
what I want
Is a room with a three-bar fire, like the one you had before,
When you were poor and i just liked you more
what I want
To be in the park in the morning, the
Long shadows on the grass and the swans still asleep
what I want
Is to love you everywhere and everyhow
what I want
To kiss you until our lips are numb
what I want
Kiss you til everywhere hurts
what I want
Is to hear the rain against the window again."
- Elastica.
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