u texted.
u called.
sorry i haven't
called b(l)ack
or written b(l)ack.

truth is...
i've
f
a
l
l
e
n
into
a
deep
deep
deep
[••••••••••]
sleep
s­leep
sleep.

sometimes i feel like i could sleep forever.

i could tell you my dreams...
(but my dreams are my dreams.
(and i am the dreamer))

i could tell u my thoughts...
(but my thoughts are my thoughts.
(and no one's really interested))

sooooooooooo
what now you ask?
good question.
i was wondering
the
same
exact
thing.

he was
wrapped up, enraptured
caught up and captured
by a delicate and delightful
brazenly beautiful
perfectly perfect
girl.

that he was...
that he was...

hello there
its been a while
haven't seen much of you lately

and i...
i was just thinking...

i was just thinking...

hello there
its me - again
remember how we used to - well,

remember how we used to be

so easily pleased
so into each other
so caught up
and wrapped up
so into each other

how fondly i recall
how deeply imbedded
how crazy
and carefree
so into each other

hello there
its been awhile
haven't seen much of you lately

and i...
i was just wondering...

i was just wondering...

water flowing
freely going, fabulously
running forth
while fish are solemn, still

i bathe my hand
i beckon them
they hear me, clearly
and come forth

stopping short,
they pause, curious
waiting for instruction

my wiggling wet fingers
calling out to them
i introduce myself
i tell them, confident, fear me not

and they acknowledge
by touching
the tips
of my fingers
with their lips
and wagging their tail fins with approval.

whenever there's a chance to kiss
(come close)
let's exchange
our most intimate
of tongues

chest against breast
tightly pressed

as lovers would do

in the secrecy of darkness
and witnessed too, by light
as we embrace each other

as though
it were the first time
or possibly the last time
until the next time
we should meet again

whenever there's a chance to embrace
(come close)
let's exchange
our most intimate
of secrets

chest against breast
tightly pressed

(let me whisper
in your ear)

as lovers would do

in the secrecy of darkness
and witnessed too by light
as we embrace each other

as if
it were the very first time
or possibly the last time
until the next time
we should meet again

in the warm pleasure
of a pillowy plushness
as we settle in 4 bed

dozens of candles
dimly (dancing)
lighting the room

two silouettes
curvaceous, crazy
calling out names

frantic, feverish
moving melodic
rhythmic, rhapsodic

mmmnnn...
(it's getting warm in here)

rapidly warming
degrees of desire
sweating, squirming
melting into u...

all
i
have
to
do
is
find
out
who
you
are
would
you
take
some
time­
and
reveal
yourself
to
me
i
would
like
to
get
to
know
you
a
litt­le
bit
better
i've
been
looking
for
the
right
op
por
tun
ity.