Thursday, February 14, 2008
a sweetness that aches
the buildings are all bursting outwards. the trees are swollen with fruit. the heat is maddening. the humming birds have gone insane with it. my body longs for your body with a slow rhythm, moving like the tides. this is the way it must feel for a flower, pushing itself out from the green with a violence of color, in a swirling moment of pain and passion. i am aching for you. why don't you exist?