her skinny hands fall across my skin

her skinny hands fall across my skin and i am meat, an idiot. gaping, swallow, remember to breathe. her delicates besiege me with sin while her eyes and singsong bring waking sleep from in my skin. why does she welcome this copious majesty? leaves falling off the trees, heads shoulders feet and knees. why does she agree to harbinger such fallacy? even in the event of a water landing, she is my weakest moment, tender, garnished, flavored, raw. i cannot overcome her overcome. i cannot surrender to her magistrate, this magic mischief malice made my meanest averages divide, and math's no longer on my side. like ocean crushing into beach, and feelings surface underneath, the tide succumbs to my sheer will and folly saw me through the best-built moments my momentum kept, these fortress walls collapsed and wept. her skinny hands bring down my bide, and given space, and given time, she could devour my universe and drive a whole lot more herself so deep into my wretched paltry petty theft. a venom bite. a piece of chess. her skinny hands delirious drown and i am floating all around the minutes where she's touching me, if you don't stop you'll set me free. and this makes me a horrid wretch and you can just get on with it. and i can't stop when her hands breathe (that life has given life to me)... Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 01:06 PM PST   0 • 18 • 16