you want nothing from me but play and touch with dry hands...
...someday you will love me back
right now you're just dependant

i spend hours in solitude
drowning in puddles of wet water goodness

the words are all gone.
i swooned to myself in prose and promise
and only the words fall freely with the rain
i can't
inside
with the
a.lone
and the only thing i've ever known

she
here
who speaks
is only here
on occassion
she
here
who speaks
is hiding under the acquiese of the morning
and the starlight and the
no one else is here

i hide my words in unconcious nature
desperate to share them
desperate
desperation
slow down slow down
cut my words
in invisible symbols
and attempt the reattachment to my soul

cliches of embarkment
they are running
chase after them
in.
hale.
ex.

pour down, my lovelies
truths are necessary to the unfolding
i
can
hear
you
breathe into me
i
can
hear
you
my chest
pulsating expanding tightly
holding faststrong to my words

i will
release(leash)
you
words.
full of heaven and hell and all the darklightdark in between the
inbetween.

i must first learn to comfort the frustration and hold tight and soft the incurable likeness of being.