Sunday, February 21, 2010

Pent up emotion never lies,

it builds and builds and starts to rise

like red hot magma going off

at 4 a.m. before the alarm.

I don't want a cure for this,

I want a darker, shadier bliss,

I will put it aside

until it is our time.

Tomorrow I must be serious,

so tonight I am delirious,

thinking of you,

wanting you.

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