I shudder at thoughts of being with you, yet I love the solo days of my
life.
Each day becomes more painful, without sight of you. But when you poison my
eyes, I'm not grateful or regretful.
When you body lies next to mine (alive), naked and warm, I crave the taste
of your flesh, but only kiss your lower lips.
To hear you speak, is like hearin the birds sing...Never stopping, wishing
to cut off my ears, I listen intently.
I confess my true feelings to you from my hearts fiery anus, but somehow, I
become light when you say it back.

May 7, 2003
 
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