What I want to say is different From that which I’d like you to know. So why bring it up? Okay, I’ll bite, what the hell are you talking about. Well, talking with you is like stepping through a mine field. An explosion is imminent, but I never know which word will set it off. Frustration and resentment are the two emotions we have most in common lately. I used to get lost in the gaze of your dilating pupils, adrift, physicality defied, encapsulated – obsessed Touch me, I’m butter on an Iowa summer picnic table. I’m a feather in your palm, awaiting the warmth of breath sweetened by the journey through your sumptuous lips, You were/are always ever only foward and ago That’s not what I wanted to say, It’s what I need you to know. ever only always was is one. you. used to. tomorrow. can we? dried paint chips desperate for rehydration lost thoughts of a pale mind greys, all grays (sigh)