Saturday, March 11, 2006

sexual machinery

There was a distance. It was more analytical this time around, feeling hard edges for their shape without the softening of love's imagination. Let's put you in a petri dish, and I swear this time I can concentrate on the science. But there was a rush of want, preceded by the knowledge that this would happen because I'm the same as I used to be. But, as much as it draws, it is also a return to a time without you.


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