Monday, January 26, 2009

For Remembrance

Watching a video of one of his performances.

God, that man, that voice.

And part of me, a voice inside me, was screaming, "I was with him this morning. I am who he calls when he gets so caught up in his own intensity he can hardly breathe. My body rocks into his, he moves with me. We're perfect."

I love his words, his poetry.

This morning's texts:

"It won't get better.
Now it's six-thirty
The sun is stretching toward us
And I want your mouth on me."

"Door will be open.
I'll be the naked guy in the bed.
Wrap yourself around me."

"If I'm sleeping, wake me.
Put me in your mouth
And speak me out of dreaming."

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