get used to the an emotion, on the train yesterday I dreamed you.
in that car.
I've wanted.
Memories.
Waiting.
The speeches of people I did not want.
Moments infinite and then you.
leather against my thinking.
unarmed force to try to stop the inevitable.
unwinding of you. About me.
I love you. Inevitable fear.
I love you. False injury.
I love you like wet paint dripping on a white canvas. And then I get a cigar.
voluptuous and smoke between the wet lips of a dr. London. Soft and slightly receding hairline in the sinuous m'infilo grizzled. They are the black wool of her sweet life.
have ice in the glass of brandy.
have your last orgasm.
more but I will not tell you.
are the butterfly of death.
I am a mother who is afraid of her son.
I am pain.
I'll look when one day laugh at me.
without knowing it.
For your friend you talk to me.
without a subject.
no verb.
no "there" I will be imprinted in your words.
And in that moment I will become stone.
are in your eyes.
are nonsense.
are bread and velvet.
are the lights of a distant port.
I am a circle.
are yellow.
am a bow without arrows.
'm your fear.
