I have the taste of blood in my mouth and, in imagination a place of love with no doubt. I thought it all was simple. Steady streams of things both emotional and physical visit my room under red lights. Tonight I’m awaiting surprise so as not to be. Unintentionally giving my self a head ache trying to write or draw or color or glue. Everything is so new yet so comfortably situated with you. Together we are two hands turning over puzzle pieces. Still searching for all the outside edges and grouping together similar patterns and colors of green, orange, yellow, and purplish-blue. Restoring a picture of a sunset over an empty flat plain of grass. What puzzle will we work on after this one is done? How will I ever be able to be a future for you if we’re walking on a “Y”? The two of us at the bottom going up to the split. Left or Right? Let me know which you choose. Until then I’ll just sit. Let me know if the puzzle piece fits. Tonight I feel like I’m in little snack-sized bits… frozen… and ready to eat in just three minuets.






Love...



taste like blood.


   

--Last edited by MeCh on 2007-01-08 21:05:01 --

Wow I really like this.

that was fucking beautiful