June 22, 2006


I'll talk to you my lover:

In all simpleness your curls could be my crutch.

But I need what they rest upon to help form the seed under my stick-straight likeness.

Tired baby, I know of your weariness, but if I could be your sleep, the compromise would be there to please.

I love what's all in you and if you could realize it's all for us, this nightly struggle, perhaps all would be divine.


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