for bidden fruit
lift this skirt your innocence, the world wants to see beneath. i want the world to be beneath, sweep skin upon skin in the softest, with powder, of all my loftiest dreams, for power, for sweet and sugar sour taste. i want your dreams swallowing. untie this blouse your innocence, this shy and bequeathed in-secret-ness. i want the same thing (we all want the same thing) we all want to get our sticky little fingers into your moments of secrecy, pry into your paths, enlighten ourselves, delighten ourselves with the rapid heartflutter beat of what tender --- some moments spent swimming in this silent seclusion, some wasted graceful taste, subtly spaced like schoolgirl enchantments, chaste, hasteful here to bemuse, amaze, resurface all the saddest days. ---drop these, your last resort, where no eyes grope the words we spoke. where no mouths grapple with what seems forever free, eternally cotton-panties-clean, sweet and silently serene. this is where we want to go: the world awaits this quiet please. show us nothing short of every breath, expose your central nervous track and ask us to hold nothing back. Written October 19th, 2001 © on Oct 19 2001 02:33 AM PST 0 • 10 • 8
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"lift this skirt your innocence,..."