Untitled 2
in the cemetery last night i held both your hands with one of mine while i stuck my spit covered free index finger fresh from my mouth into your ear laughing just before you kissed me wildly & we fell onto the grass & flowers of some strangers grave illuminated by the glow of an old fashioned street lamp not fearing death or life for that matter im pretty sure you expected the attack i saw the invitation etched in the pupils of your eyes its not hard to imagine considering how intently you stared into mine by the mornings light & i sighed out loud damn theyre blue as we hugged each other for warmth on the chilly dew covered earth
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- August 26, 2008 / 12:58 pm
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