thinking about you, all of you. Not quirks and the sound of
a voice, but the way you played with me when we played. You
know that always worked, even when we didnít. We were sexual
companions pre-destined by Mercury.
never danced before I walked you home that night, never felt
so light on my feet. I never floated like I did when you asked
me in. Never disintegrated divisions of separate bodies with
indestructible demon force. Sexual aspirations demolished filled
quickly with unexpected knowledge. It was on that night, the
man Iíd always been proud of learned perfection between two.
and I were one once, long ago. I remember it more than you,
Iím sure, but not when you really think.
check your memories, Iím still there. Iím the whistle you hear.
The whistle of your past in pieces, so far from you now that
only juices are properly recalled. ~