we hide our heat, we turn it into ash;

November 10th, 2004 · 8 comments

it is the way i let you take risks with my body, my tiny rabbit heart & small bird hands. it is the way you stood, the way you held yourself near to me, the way you hung me there in your doorway.

the way i hung there for you.
 

(i know how far your ghost must travel in order to meet me, here, in this darkness.)

we seek each other out in secret midnight rooms. this moist silhouette, these jungle curves.

 

these sounds in my head make me a danger to you.
 
Mood: (earthy ; feral)
Musique: claude challe; india.

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