I wanted a cunt of golden pleasure purer than heroin to honor you in doubt bed heart like a meadow in yosemite to take your ease in imagination clear and active as sunny tidepools to serve up good talk with dinner soul like your face before you were born to glory you in breast, hair, fingers, whole city of body in your arms all night elise cowen
someone burn me blankwave arcade because someone stole that cd from me and i desperately want it back and perhaps wet from birth along with that. i'll love you forever.