okkerilriver teaches me.It almost feels like a constant burning orgasm,
shuddering along my arm.
the already-scratched itch,
the pulsations of .
it outweighs the other pains in my body. and covers up the pains in my mind. for now.
it is a middle ground.
somwhere between the loving massage on you neck, and the aching day on my shoulder.
yet neither definable.
s/he says not to "fall in love with everyone you see".
a lesson that must be learned.
'morrow i reflect and shake my crown.
now i burn to sleep. with companion de auto-graffiti-flambe.
and not my vision.