What did I want from you? you were my longing.. collaborative mutual epistemic discovery. I stilI want you most when you are least able to contain yourself; blushes, smiles, tears, laughter, throes. agony - your closing eyes before a passionate kiss and overcome,when you are most present, yourself, and completely reachable - the only time we can ever meet. incarnated by my hand to your cheek, the longing was you, in itself. let me go. rise again on the surface of your perfect body. embodiment of thought, desire. involuntary and compromised. identical with your flesh.saturated with your presence. your self spread across your face.. a body - you speak through it with it, knowable through it to me. at home once in our bodies but knewt we were once elsewhere, and would there return.

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it's good it's good
without the first two paragraphs
ha, yes, you're right..they don't belong [originally from another idea]. ive taken them away for something else later.actually im not that sure about the rest either..needs to be picked over. you could do better with it...i'd like to see you play with it. thanks for being constructive.
last time I played with the "face on the moon" concept YOU CHANGED YOUR BLOG TITLE
I'm smiling: it's a warmly smiling statemet
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ha! right, yes, im a thing completely inhabited by better spirits...i have no boundaries whatsoever and i keep falling out the holes in the fences. go on though...do it.
perhaps floozy liked it better the way it was....
okay, I don't know how to take it. am I a missionary guarding your boundaries?
pinned shoulders down to the bed sheets with hands
no freedom to hold me
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I'm so tired tonight the typeface swims before my eyes, little black ants doing a square dance, lol. :)
what do you see?
kind words. i would give you my dinner and wear your threadbare jumper to bed for less
depends, i guess, on which bits have threads and which bits are bare...
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