Wednesday 13 January 2010

How.

I want to love you
More than I love you,
I want to do it now.

I want to feel you
More than I need to,
I want what touch allows.

I want to be you
More than I am you,
I want it to be true.

I want to free you
More than you are now,
I want to free me too.

I want to stand up
Higher than landscape,
Hindering desire.

I want to bankrupt
All of the thankless
Of their old supplies.

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