you're one for yearning Daniel and I like that. I tend to yearn for high windswept places with little or no dust - but enough about me...
i am minded of a movie scene or movie poster with greta garbot or similar: all gasping and arched, aching neck and you the one who will take whatever pearls drip from those lips. and this distils that for me.
not one for formatting as you know mate, because in my simple way, i'm more comfortable with it all laid out janet and john. but that's me and you're you and this is you all over.
i've added something in parentheses for you to consider and i hope this finds you well Pilgrim.
just now your mouth is too beautiful. your words are too
important to me for you to mumble.
(so please be quiet just-for-now...)?
in your eyes. and in my eyes.
exists something communicable that is not
it's been a while...
yeah, i know. i'm sorry, my dollar doesn't go that
it was a choice between you and food, it was most times
i took (to) being hungry