(10-29-00)
( though
theoretical )
it seems so simple, removes
complexity like
her face
reminds me, imagine,
it feels like
a
warm sunset or
peach
or smells like that
mom used to put my
clothes
on the
heater for a minute or so
after i got out of the
shower
i felt warmth like (in
second grade)
she gives me now,
contact,
though
ten years later
we still want (him and i)
to
close our
eyes
and
fall down
without
fear
that feeling you get when you
sleep
plus
assurance of
love
and
warmth
like i close my eyes
and rest my head against her,
and
melt into her,
soaking her
threads with (what ever)
wrap my arms around her and
dream of her eyes
wrapping around my
heart or
soul or
just the
color of them
or
texture
or
well she
smiles or
no matter, we
kiss,
and again i close my eyes
falling into her trap or
grip or
emotions,
we
sleep