as we were walking

my hand in yours,
we knew
no such thing
as truth or closure

we are wild
immeasureably
even when we cry

perhaps that's why
we needed dogs to
bark at us,
hands to slip,
water to fill in
our indecency
to stop running and
hold our breaths,
playing dead to fool
the dogs

we are wild,
obscenely wild,
so delicious in
the mouths

why nothing escaped me
as we walked,
your ego in my hand
fucking mine


Friday November 24, 2006 - 04:28pm (CST)