Adam, your eyes are darker today
sky before thunder
your smile hidden in clouds of thought
is it my lips? /or perhaps my thighs?/ or my breasts
is it the way I play with the other animals
when you lie on the blades
of grass suffering
between a rock and my curious nature
Adam, dreams and dreamers
can only meet under the same tree
every day, this is the only thing we own
the only thing we know.
'DON'T TOUCH THE DISPLAY' my foot!
...oldest story in the book. Dedicated to my Adam.