Wednesday, November 14, 2001
Love Letter
To I.B., one year after The Stranger Personals:
You showed me intimacy is more than temperature, humidity, and tactile pressure
I sigh into your skin, a secret breathed into you
F = m x a, or: the intensity of your eyes is enough throw me flat on my back
You submit to me even as you bind my wrists
Pleas dissolve into gasps, choking on air itself, oxidation reactions reducing you
oxidating me
Your happy trail to me: a long journey over bridge and through tunnel
A mobius loop of limbs, fingers slipped through crevices, you beginning yet ending
where I end but begin again
I then loosen my hold as I tighten my grip
All these things not yet but forever
Lovelovelovelove,
Crush
ps - next year, let's take photographs, too
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