and so we danced:
i spun her, twirled her round and tried to fix her image
burn her like exposed film, but i found it difficult
not to give her true words; i’d pound messages on her chest
and rub my eyes raw, trying to be assured of what we had
which was nothing/everything, concurred with my hypothesis
that i wasn’t fit for function; the myth of us grew
and she couldn’t keep up, couldn’t lift anything from me
she hid under covers
i let her
we stumbled
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 2:19 PM UTC
and so we danced:
i spun her, twirled her round and tried to fix her image
burn her like exposed film, but i found it difficult
not to give her true words; i’d pound messages on her chest
and rub my eyes raw, trying to be assured of what we had
which was nothing/everything, concurred with my hypothesis
that i wasn’t fit for function; the myth of us grew
and she couldn’t keep up, couldn’t lift anything from me
she hid under covers
i let her
we stumbled