Old mystic song of a human soul
And the dark side of the moon
The sun kills us according to the Installment plan
The stairs to heaven I ascend
There are no highways there
You I think of, bird is the absence of words
My worlds are foreign without night and day
Lunatic poetry arises there
But as long as I am here, please
Love me, touch me
Touch softly, silently, with you fingertips
Touch with a kiss, and a breath, just the way you like it
Touch with a smudge of hair, eye lash bow, muslin pain
Love and solitude
True love only God gives and understands
I look for it, and want to live for it
Though opprobrium may deceive
I miss the silence of a deserted island
My worlds are foreign without night and day
Lunatic poetry arises there
But as long as I am here, please
Love me, touch me
The queer is beautiful, I think, corrupting others
As a birthday gift I will give myself a peace in my mind
Darling, though it's hard, you can drink loneliness up,
Say no more, just embrace me, and touch me.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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