|2004-07-05 - 10:21 a.m.
your secretary secrect heir your throne you wear she hides behind your desk you lift her knees and fill in slots of busy days appontments made you fill her in you keep her close shes taking notes she wants to know you, get a raise and come in early lips are soft she only listens to your heart, you're rubbing off on her this start is what she longed for.
two days was the morning. two lovers in two ways.
setting our watches on black hole event horizons. immeasurable sidereal swooning sleepless eyes rest upon nothing solid as microwaves enter sockets there are no more edges. wooden blinds stage panels for go-go boots and bursting poppies opposite flooding desert lampshade hiding flaming closet fags. afro women wading upside-down in milky lakes while cap'n kangaroo attempts his fifth mission into space.
had you resided deep inside me it would make perfect sense.
you know its gonna make it that much better