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Wednesday, February 5, 2003


I looked at the clock
It was 11:00
I closed my eyes and you dove into me like a dream into an ocean of fantasy
Amidst love and anonymity that can only be known in New York City, you turned to see the face of my solitude and kissed the pulp of me; a perfectly untouched fruit; you peeled into the pulp of me

I looked at the clock
It was 11:00
I disappeared into you as you disappeared into me
The way cotton candy disappears inside the fresh mouths of boys
Like time holding a memory, I held you inside the pink naked Earth of me, without gravity,

Floating in a sweet muted numbness that exists only in the best of our bodies’ sleep

I looked at the clock

It was 11:00
Like a finished song floating toward a lap of silence
You carried me to a place where sex meets love
To a place where lust meets trust

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