swing
opening faucets. learn to breathe (i melt)
in
this hot summer heat. with yours.
i
figure out. the delicate maze
that
creeps. beside me. like the mercury
of
thermometers.
i
crave the water. i
want to turn
(it) on...
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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