exposition
cyber sex
intercourse of minds
wet spot on
my mouse pad

the codes i have encompassed are eroded by your love.
you, who died to live through me,
are a pure stream passing into my stagnent pool;
clear and fresh, untouched by the scum of years.
you bled;
and now i am bleeding;
the pain of years seeps into the light,
releasing the infection.
you have healed me by bethsaida.
your word reached me as i stood at the well.
you have stood before me in garden, resurrected.
come soon, my lord.

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we are two stagnant pools
that stink below the hills,
dead insects scud
across thick, foetid films
when the clear rain falls
its droplets are raped
by our smoldering filthes
and the fires that they slake

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I was going to ask you out to a movie but if you're going to be like that I won't bother.
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