I.
our kiss is a secret handshake, a password.
we love like spies, like bruised prize fighters,
like children building tree houses.
our love is serious business.
one look from you and my spine reincarnates as a kite string.
when i hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because our touch unlocks secrets
i'm not sure i want to know yet --
because to know...
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i have weird good news in my blog..im sure you've been catching some of the craziness on my lj...
im going to be working on a book for the next 4 months...a book of images and text...finally!