Current mood:

jumpy.

ecw
johnny;

You don't end. That's what I like. I've been training my muscles, my organs, my skin, my hair - to last forever. People are ugly. I'll try to be different for you. I'll drag myself through the dark, so you won't have to see. Meeting you in the dark would be best. You twinkle by moonlight. That's what I dream of you. And forbidden things too. I wake.

You're never there. I'm never (really) there. I'm back with you. How is it that the day brings light with it every time it comes? Is it not too heavy a burden sometimes? Day could at least spare me the light and just bring us closer.

Day is perfect. It's had practice. I like the dark. I know what ugly is, and the dark takes it away. When you're born and dead as many times as day, you know the tricks that make it easy.

But you sweetness, are what I'm training for. You don't end. That's what I like. Your beauty isn't your longevity. You never end because your beauty blinds the killer. The killer looks through bellies. He sees everyone's end, but not yours. He works at night.

Your light is blinding. Eyes adjust. Mine do. The killer couldn't adjust to you. Most times I don't mind the killer. He's dry and thin. "Did I find bones in the hill? Or is this a hill of bones?" I hear him ask. He pretends to beg, which is just a courtesy. You extend no courtesies. You haven't the time, even as you never end.

Your beauty is uncompromising. So I say a picnic is in order. At the shore. YOU - beauty, the killer and me. We'll await a rainy afternoon, lest the killer will have to shade his eyes. The killer will see into my belly and sigh... "You need to train harder."

You won't see me through the sheets I'm wrapped in. The killer will see you through squinty eyes, and fall in love. We always love what we cannot have. I love you most. Because I can't have you most.

The killer brings fleshy peaches, that drool in your bite. You bring new rose petals and oil. I bring a basket to carry what's left over. We don't speak. Just the gulls cry. Finally you swim away. The killer speaks "Carry me home, you need the training."

"Leave the basket, I'll eat what's left on the way. I am never full." The whole way he speaks of your beauty. After a ways he says "Drop me here and go on, I have work to do."