Storms bruise flowers for seconds. No-one forgets the colors now ***
Baby, you're asleep. Waiting for me to leave you because I'm afraid you'll leave. Draining now. I'll sit here and watch over you, wait for you to wake up *** These green hills gross me out with pearly tonnage--wide electro ic fetish woods, babysleep *** I walk beneath sea level between selves on C street The one still in a yellow room touching your soft belly to the ends of stars *** watched an orange moon fur drown moaning in velvet pollution and paint myself against the pavement *** I'd walk the white or the whole of your belly and drown moaning in it, velvet and black with a fullness and wanting to fill you with lillies *** Maybe instead of hearing about, laying down in your garden, darker and streaked with intoxication *************************************************************************** No More Movements... Lewis LaCook -->Poet-Programmer|||http://lewislacook.corporatepa.com/||| __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
