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* she's crouching - a tiger in heat / she's sweat-soaked, belly up on your sheets one short breath toward a future. four months ago i made decisions that would turn me around, and since then i've been getting love letters from people i never expected to hear from again. funny what happens when a smile stops having to answer to a frown. stunning figure. lovely lady. my oldest friend, and i wish you were here so i could show you the exact place i sit to pretend i'm talking to you. ** pride has turned the city friendly, for one weekend of the year in a couple of blocks. i find tiny vegan restaurants and gaze into the deepest brown eyes fringed by the longest eyelashes ever, watch soft chest slicken in the heat. sometimes i can't tell if i want you or want to be you, and then it doesn't matter either way, because right here your teeth are the whitest i've ever gazed, skin is olive, cloth is red. your colours are standing still in a whole room that's swirling, and even when we're out walking later, when we're motion through a thick and quiet night, you're still the silent eye in a tornado, a north star for bearings and a willow tree for shade. the fastest you've moved all night is to untangle my hair with both hands in a dark cinema. hushed. pr |
