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Sunday, July 20, 2008

When butter tasted like an el

I stopped for a photo
of warmth today
thinking then I could
take off all my clothes
and you could touch me

I dreamed of cold blue
so we dived under the
covers and in that
green, I played
in your fur

Tomorrow was peach
music, and I sang in your
ear and you sang back
in my mouth
and we laughed the
electricity completely out

I wonder what yesterday's
going to be like?

19 July 2008

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