Friday, February 25, 2011

too much

this much
that much
how much
your touch
too much
for me

deep down
into the ground
bummed and slummed
i am crushed
deliberately flushed
saddened maddened
by my need
for you, you see

this spot
that spot
out out spot
dotting the “i”s
of my desire
this fool for hire
whatever use
for you, I can be

up, up in the sky
higher is my high
zinging through
what’s one to do
ride it, fast and long
it can’t be wrong
this you do, to me.


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