5/08/2010

no one









No one knows the way you go through portals, and mangroves nor the hair which makes you nor the shore stories of your hand your finger climbing the pane the shapely whirlpool of your eyes lover as you seize this painted nail he sends you over the air's whistle and sea if the waterhole and landfill the heap of air and the cataract wish for your longing here in his body it's us my love us.
But here we are here ~



her voice is tender as he'd not imagined ~__________________________________
_____________I KNow you like to live here as he does she does.