I will dance with you. You will love dancing with me. We look around at everyone looking at we. I see the veins pop right out, like life is expanding before my very eyes, the visual pumping of your laser gaze on my breast is the blood shooting through your popyeye forearms. And incomparable well worked and receptive hands.

I will draw you. You will love what you look like to me. Falling in love with every line, every angle, every shadow - especially the ones throwing that symmetry off, that false want to be The god. Imperfect; the soul.

Perfect perfect spirit.

Depth and expanse.

I will put a pencil to paper and make your skin the colors it reflects to me.

Hot Domestic Pink 50's Pajamas is me sleeping in your king sized bed not waiting for you. I will not wait. I do not wait. I go. Good thing you go with me.

You can

go

You can

leave


You might leave. You will leave. I still want these days, these weeks, the more most all the time white beads for places and spaces already did she mean? Yes, what enticing creatures humans be, being blessed aware of our own mortality, yet choosing every day like the dj just chose our favorite song.

It was gonna happen sooner or later.

You will love dancing with me.

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