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+ i got my arthritis caught in the door, after she stepped on my snow and that night, bled cum on my smoothe   (not that i cared)   she was suchlike a lovely dame i (left)  let her walk all over me in spike'd heels she always said, " puedes una buena vida en un  par de tacones! " i (laugh) cracked in fleeting pain she smiled (retained)        i don' th'ink any of our arrangement reely mattered to her she could've been fucking any clown in the circus of life...     merely i was like a rock in the (9circus clown) shoe [of this life]  an'   an'   an'D  somehow this fascinated her i held her erratic -  ersatz'  interest . . . she held  my spleen, bankaccountfinancialrecords,  cooked my dreams & slepped my sleep (out of a deep gray pan) . . .  topped it off with cream   while her lips,  they smelted mein   & my eyes,  they melted hers as she (left) let me touch her delicate tender, yielding, submissive     illuminated by the reflected candy colored lights of the city pouring through the window     --all of this was beautifully synthetic,  and i had a half-crack realization of this even in or/g/a/s/m/ic bliss when seep leak (ebb tide)  we lay languid in our deluge evaporating sunset and dusk in to the humid night of lazily swatting  occasional delusional  mosquitoes transposed inverse conversing,  affinity for language and  versing  deep reverberations reversing, inflection of discourse running wild  through  the air   noisy intonation drowning in the deepening shadows   o gentle curv'ed auricle auditory apparatus !  soak en  these idiommien eloqueutterances of articulation spoken with such ease... telling you to look at the hazy yellow moon and, as you glance upward and fall into a gaze, continuing to say that your spine cuts so deeply into your back, passing lithe fingers along the curves feeling warm with the naturalness of the complement said without thought pushed to thought  to create it. said out of wonder the loveliest idiom specks ever  uttered[!] and all this without the nefarious fits of prophylactics     beckoning to the back of a buick skylark from dainty 1986 ]in  nostalgic reminisce[  or so the pithy crux essence of remembered ad nauseam exhausts the upper story))     yes,  this was our affair me an' dainty '86 morning glory. - -she always said, "puedes una buena vida en un par de tacones!" she always said, "you can make a good living in a pair of heels" Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 01:39 PM PST   18 • 0 • 8