desiredyou.

, it's late.
my eyes are already starting to close by themselves
i rethink. if anything, it is early...

and it's about at this point in time that i begin to miss

it was about this morning

half awake on the bus just as i close my eyes again
(it certainly makes for more of a detached day)
you come into my head
or at least, what i think you would look like if i ever indeed got to see you
and you are strangely attractive
in all your glorified story
i think you are just what i need.
i am beginning to really miss

i am

currently in the throes of one last look at the wonder

the walls unfold.
like a tale of two tongues twisting
black or blistered

(it's about at this point ................ )

i have smalldreams
of riding into the sunset and looking back
on a fiery discourse:
how we have all the time in the world but the world has no time
no need for it
with or without
the world will still exist in neither future nor past

please, now
do something drastic
scare me
i want to be scared to death of you. intimidated of you. excitedofyou. desiredyou.

my mind wonders
every dead tree could very well be
humanashskindirt
the bark is not
charcoalitisskinhumanskin
akin to bonesdustbones

dust to


ofyou