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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