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11:21 p.m. : 2002-08-21
if i can’t see your face
and i am angry…angry
about the juxtaposition
of being attached through
technology
if i am frustrated
about the way i wonder
if i need you
too much more than i should
if i am underrated
and find myself feeling
debated
will you still
understand me
when i say i’m
no longer afraid
i am just somehow
not angst free
somehow seeing
that i can’t hold you
i feel deeply betrayed
to have and to hold
bought blue or to fold
words on pages blank like stares
i want you with me
not always too far there
because when it all
comes tumbling down
and the pieces of my want
scatter around on the ground
all i want is to strip away
the letters
the words
the text
and hold you
have you
taste you
know that this kind of
want
this kind of ache
this kind of love
is the sweetest kind
that we can ever make
this bend of interaction
leads to something better
than the sum of all these tests
these tests that
could easily fail ‘we’
and yet they tell me
that you and I are
somehow maybe just
somehow we see
a better reality
than can the rest
time comes
and time goes
and there are things
that regardless of current fact
or current rivers that flow
i know
i hear your voice and i know
i will never feel this happy way
ever again
this brand new way
now or then
this new page turning in the breeze
the wonder of you
brings me to my knees
this is now and when i remember
then I will remember this
and so 9 times I hear your voice
saying nothing and yet
it says everything
again and again and again
i lick my mouth
wanting to know your kiss
i touch myself
with my every wish
i love you right front
and this
baby…this…
i will just never regret you
or ever forget any of this
the right now
with you
bliss
i love you in a way i’ve never known could exist
in ways that i could never begin to list
i hear your voice and i know everything’s ok
besides…how ..how can i resist?
