... TO extend oneself in desire, but to meet in a sacrament. It to draw body's tears in form of living water,
Gratitude and love.
To be given this and recognize it- is also to have an idea of what it means to be alone at noon.
And to hear from within
the echo from a round well
and in it-- to make out the trace
of a conversation,
like no other
sound
DESIRE, some kind of minor love, selfish, careless, childish, enchantingly beautiful. As love, an emotion, primary and our own... meant to share. To kiss, to taste, to bite, to be aroused by a smell. To lick, to taste, to bite your tongue and push you inside me fast, right now, and elevate in a white swirl of electricity, and shout, and laugh or whine... up there, where the wild you and the wildest me get assembled.
