2005-06-15
'you know you enthrall me and yet you don't call me'...
counting layers of clothing like discarded lovers lips
Unnecessarily necessary
there is always a waiting in the wings
then there is the sudden sadness that hits as I leave town, a thudding in my chest that signals the perfection of the present.
RECLUSE COME FORTH AND SHOW YRSELF.
but it's more than this
.