the air is silent tonight

her revolving thighs, pressed. i

sprial like a catnap

between the orange and

blue glow of fire light.

here, undressed,

amber inside

wild without regrets.

a twinkling.

as i breathe in the moist tendrils

softly on my lips

does this flavor of tragedy

bleed from my womb onto thin

carpet

...and the yellow skies
behind her gradient eyes
send me sailing
where gravity's defied
in an upwards sprial
of homelust...

...and Kansas never seemed so beautiful...

I am the one
   Being miss took I’m not the best
                     Emotions
                        Love
                     Kindness
                 a sprial mess
  Never again will my love be considerd
                  I’m strong I say              
   it’s only a weakness they say  
                    Cry baby
                    Sensitive
     words that put me to shame  
        Thinking should I change
Locking myself away from the pain
Believing there’s nothing to gain  

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A little less than two
Days
Weeks
glances between history books
Dewey Decimals
You dreaming between the leaves
resting in the earth
Waking you up to the divine eather
and being comfortable with our dying bodies
loving the treasures
searching for time

I will sprial into alcoholism
or Marajuanaism
or Lysergicical Mental capacitationalism
I want to connect with god on this earth
selfishly
and lovingly