Day: January 31, 2005

Adding breath, not thinking. Multiply the female form, causal and effect, touch here but don’t. Lick with your eyes, don’t talk, take your tongue and tell me. It’s a corridor. There’s a little drop of blood on the floor. Four doors, eyes opening to souls. Watch this, it’s a trick. I take the tablecloth away and leave me naked. We shouldn’t be doing this, but we are because I like you. Easier that way, if it’s my fault. Just don’t consider what will happen otherwise. It’s a a mastery of the little deathly suggestion. We know I don’t make you look.

This world gives us anything. Chances to meet, darkness to hide in. Anonymity precursors to dreams, live wire real world. Tragic moments when I want to know what you taste like. Heart beating a sound like amber, clear honey jive of the ministry of communication. Clear thought heat of sweaty palms and damp pressure drop. Guitar jangle metabolism, I sang to you when I was alone last night. Sweet melody along with my monologue of thrashed missing notes. Sometimes I can’t believe I tell you the way I do, push you past my craving until you have it too.

I thought about writing you a love letter, telling you how I dreamed of you and woke up with my fingers bloody. I decided I didn’t know how to do it and the idea fell by the wayside. Instead I started thinking of spoken word, lilting with voice and a little bit of song. Telling you, instead, of your mouth, your words, how they cling to me like electricity is playing with static soley for my benifit. I wonder what what you’re doing sometimes, at any random moment. I’ll be looking out over the ocean, slate gray waves under a silver sky and you’ll come to me. I’ll turn my head just right and catch you in the corner of my eye.

Recorded because I can.