tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7254489460896736407.post-54510611803056142432007-06-14T16:30:00.000-07:002007-06-14T16:31:10.430-07:00Candle-dripped,<br />star-crossed, I<br />come embossed<br />on you flushed, <br /><br />a sex breeze blows hither and thither<br />across the forehead of the unreal<br />maryjane's high stars swaying<br />freckle cottonmouthed sayings<br /><br />on yr dove-tail<br />I'm still laying<br />I can still feel<br />all your quiver<br /><br />shivering in my lucid dreams<br />alpha and omega have a lot<br />going for them i'm into sin<br />the broken radio waves boozing<br /><br />Dylan choosing<br />blue tangling in<br />backwards time<br />sing the bottom<br /><br />just like a wombAndrew Lundwallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11397237013923147500noreply@blogger.com