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I want you in my mouth

rolling around it

through.

I want to know you so well

that I taste you

unconsciously

unknowingly knowing

the best way to use you

to serve you

to find the finest way

to make you known.


I wish I was born with you

aware of your unspoken rules

and exceptions

and how to best take advantage of them.


I use you for my poetry.

I use you for my prose.

I use you for my thoughts

to communicate most everything I want

I feel, I know.


I know I would be lost without you

- would not even be able to tell you

how empty I'd feel in your absence.

You are always on the tip of my tongue

and I wish completely

that I could master you.

2005 - 2004 - Late 2003 - Early 2003 - Late 2002 - Early 2002 - 2001

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