Do not blink your eyes
Sitting up, scratching your head
I just lost an hour

You come in broad daylight
To make love to me
To get a refreshing taste
And leave
with an unfinished story

At night
You pour yourself on me
Your sticks like fingers
Your chain like arms
Wrapping around me
Leaving
its love marks

Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every nightbto let her breathe

When the daylight fades,
I'll follow you.
And even when the time comes near,
I'll try for you.
Because your all that I want,
And all that I need.
So I'll go,
Wherever you go.

let me
hear your beating heart
one last time

let me
see your brown eyes
one last time

let me
touch your tough arms
one last time

before
the daylight comes

Maybe you're the colosseum. The code to get through the glass doors is actually just '1954'. You could put up the painting of me at auction, or I could take a cruise from London to the Islands North of Siberia, a stop in a department store in Northern Greece. I stop and take a ride in the middle front-third seat of a older friend's younger brother's car, and force all of them to come outside and see the spider's eggs at Bob-o-Link. Massive cornucopias of cotton walls entwined with silk.

In the department store I ask to be introduced to someone who can take me by the hand and recognize me by my number, show me everything I'll need to shoot a full-length feature, even how I can get to Prague so I can do a little shopping. But the horror of seeing is so frightening, and the girl that I came with wants to do nothing.

I find a little shop selling Czech candies, music, and newspapers, so I try to buy everything but the horror is getting closer. I'm in a lazy Susan, how often does that happen? One more turn and I'll lose my stomach contents and then I won't need anything.

I take a climb up a street that says "Smrzlinu Ahead," but the houses on the street are all either empty or boarded up. I drift in the soccer field, watching my legs, looking over my shoulder. I fall for a pile of clothes that can hide me but are also very soft to lay in.

Another cruise- tropical, perhaps? Somewhere for coy adults, who shed their skin in Winter when their eyes start molting off. Someday I will place both hands into the ocean, I'll dream huge, and go swimming until I start to laugh. One day I'll sink to the floor of the bourn, maybe the same day I wake up and I'm not swimming alone.