02.07.2004 | 2:50 a.m.
like a wave of exasperation- wakens me with his plea:
that he's suffered more blindly than i could ever doubt. he's made up for mistakes by kissing my boo-boos and making me better. comforts my secrets. holds my soul while i sleep here in waiting. he tumbles through my philosophies and makes right out of what seems really selfish and .......... my cat makes me stoned. too stoned. time to cuddle. |