Sunday, January 27, 2008

Livvy, I must say, Livvy, I gotta say, you look, what a dress, Livvy, you look lovely, I gotta say, Livvy, in this dress.

What hunger.

A vigil for the woman I used to dream of so often. I held him. Our darling panic. Breathe in, breathe out, breathless. Lying mouth to mouth: an examination of the history, our story, of her. A vigil. I'm awake now and his. Hunger got me into this mess. What hunger.

Really I daren't think of you falling in love with me you're not the future you don't love me and I'm a fine figure of a woman.