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Who made the rule You have to close your eyes When you kiss? Tasting your lips and tongue Sharing the breath That was breathed-divine. Wanting more than Slick, friction-heat. I open my eyes Finding yours. Connecting, I see A mirrored soul. Burned to the core By blue. Rocked to the edge By you.

A fissure of interest A tendril of lust A spark of confusion Of unknowing trust Ripples and tingles Run down the spine Fucking the thermostat Of a riveted mind A haunting melody Of an almost song Should it be played at all? Or would that be wrong?

Billions of uniquely designed snowflakes Whirl dreamily to the ground Blanketing crunchy leaves A now dingy shade of brown. They're tattered, crispy remnants Of a season newly past. Kicked aside as a lover Who lingered on my path Ugliness is made clean By its sterile, crystal glow The decay is covered over In this temporary snow. The senses can dull now I have no need of their use There are no earthy aromas Just this fateful, wintry noose. I die a little in this place As the world becomes so ...

"Pet's" It's such a little and insignificant word. If something's your "pet"... it's a cute little distraction; it's something you "own." How can you own a living thing? The passing of Dude and Simon has had huge affect on me. I doubt if any human is capable of the unconditional love you get from a pet. We're just too complicated to love that simply. When the world sucks, your pet loves you. When you suck, your pets love you. When I look at Dude's "babies" and Simon's cardboard, I get more to...