Dressed, out the door, dreaming

(place) by Complicity (2.8 y) (print)

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Tue Feb 04 2003 at 1:34:35

On my way to work,
i am not thinking of crack ed cem e nt,
weeds thro ugh a sph alt,
my cold fingers.

I am thinking of how our bo dies
drift together in sleep
like logs, turning slowly in a river.

I am in love with so much more than your body heat, but let's start there	Another love. I am weary of the starts of things.	To all the cold people who want to be warm again	Frisky, most silver, serene -- bright step at the margins of air, you tiny colossus and winsome and master me, easy in sunlight, you gracious one come to me, live in my life
January 9, 2003	the accidental beauty of the industrial district	The beautiful way that two people fit together	I turn over in bed, brush against your warmth, and know it is you
Before you thought of spring	I have never been sure that you knew quite how much I loved you	each flake a cold kiss she brushes off	The world is warm and likes having us in it
The first flower of spring	A Spring, with gentle unfurling and sly days of sunshine	You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever.	Written on
I am not anyone's "type" so far	Am I already that gone	urban decay	You're so beautiful you wake me in my sleep
The day I realized how sane I really am	I do not like the sky night or day and keep my eyes on the yellow lines heading under the car	Noders' poetry	Frankfurt am Main

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