Friday, May 8, 2009


The first drink of the night still gives me goosebumps; makes me purr.  

Sometimes I expect people
to be able to
give me what I need
if I want them to
hard enough.
This interplay is like
describing dreams
to one another.  
(Inevitably, both parties
are left disappointed
and feeling more 
removed from each
other than before.)

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