you've picked one hell of a time to dig up some love. to stir up ancient feelings like king tut's head. and it's one huge wave of desire. it'll go unmoved. it'll go undone. not one finger will move towards the telephone dial, nor block letters move from bag to bag. and while the world is quietly falling apart, while the seams are being pulled at by the needle, you're busy thinking about his soft skin and the care he takes choosing words...

you're feeling as big as a jetliner. jumbo all around. blooming as fat as stargazers, bright with scent and laughing at the sky. sometimes, your foot catches in the dark holes of world issues, but you weasel it out and move on. life is happening today and now its edges are clear cut as paperdolls linked hand to hand. you're picking at those edges, those gorgeous scabs long healed or long festering. you want to unleash that rotten-headed love. bad news but desired nonetheless...

It's a beautiful day, the sky falls
And you feel like it's a beautiful day
It's a beautiful day
Don't let it get away
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