3/10/2008

Careful Handling

Our lives are endless foreplay.
We fuse, we kiss, we roll in sweat
We’re fuzzy-brained and swollen-lipped
We’re rounded shoulders and rounded hips

We pant, we
breathe, we
churn, we
seethe.

We ache for something greater.
We ache to meet our (love)Maker.

… and sometimes we need to use our own hands

To get to where we think we’re going,
To get to where we think we’re coming.

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