words of the day

It isn't so long ago, and there are enough to do. It has been awhile! I know, but then you have to get opportuned. & can't ask. Following the only question without crushing it. I wonder, and everyonceinawhile receive a clue that I am not the only danger the world has worried. I think I am almost as tall as you! Capacious, long-dogged. Captious, capricious. Some of the things I know right. The making of mayonnaise, the charred perfect. The ownership of being older. The repeating of your self-affirming mantras... just ten seconds, and you're mine... And I will repeat myself, too. To just let me agree, as far as it takes.

an hour and years

songs of yesteryear :

2008, 27 august

An hour, a little under two, in a life what to remain. awake, Tucson time. underwearclad, we’ll never sleep, we’ll touch the sky, a perfect down blanket. freezing cold here. It is warm there. My heart will burst into flames and I can make a home from it, camping. Cuddle up to a fire. not smiling still smiling. Everyone looked at me impressed, all of them pleased at my pleasedness. like a gift just suddenly deserved. mustn’t be loquacious. Be laconic. Ooh, reticent, taciturn. to hear him talk for ever for once, his sweet pretty voice and the truths about him. I could hardly know. I awoke and hearts falling out and dying. fret about its immanent end, fret about its immanent end, I have the pleasure. excited beyond compare, thrilled oblivionward, obsessed capricious. I could have become so frustrated to destroy everything, letting it go, it all. I will give of myself openly. So much of everythings. In so soon, beautiful agate eyes, profile, face against smooth neck, eternal smile, arms around, one of the only two blissful people for miles and years.