Softly
Completely
Without a sound
But the swell of our breaths
As one
Together
Finality slowly calming my senses
My soul is your soul
Your soul is my soul
Slowly calming my sense of reality
~~~
The cold, hard brown of the desk
And the soft, grainy, egg of the chair
Suspend perfectly on top of the
patchy, sky-blue tile
The heater radiates good morale
And I think helpless
of Paris and how I'll survive
If I survive
~~~
An ankle-deep film of powdery snow
And flying down to me
At night on the steps to Hill Auditorium
Twirling around in wonder
He jumping out of nowhere
And I smiling turn to look at him
Fluffy white flakes erotically fall
And he between my legs
Carrying me on the film
Snow falling on my face
And I lean forward to rest my head against his shoulders
Happy for this moment
Trying hard not to think too deep
But daring to hope for a chance with him...
~~~
Tell me news of your life as if we were always friends
And I will tell you i love you in my messed up kind of way
but let me sink into the liquid abyss of life
where i am missing parts
and you are inadequately searching...