melting a cola in front of the fan
co-op gold
a flood may be coming
my eyes are dry
stable for the waves
almost ready
to blend
remembering the simpler touch
the push of just
using the minimal
lines can get heavy
the first sip is ready
but comes slow
cannot rush cannot rush cannot rush
lovely
almost ready
to bend
remembering the simpler push
the touch of just
talking not whispering
soft awesome heavy words
like breasts or buttocks
cannot rush
jun 9, 2011 11:56pm david a taylor