bewitch me, whisper
sweet nothings in my ear,
wide innocent eyes.
tempt me, offer more
with your hands than i can
with my years, i've packed a cougar
and a change of clothes,
nothing more or less.
a little desire
for some fire and some rest.
(Miss Boleyn, i've got so little to lose
i'm not bothering to choose,
but i think i don't regret it.)
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for some reason i feel like this was stylistically similar to my poetry, but better.
i really like this, and i think i get it. but you should explain it to me sometime later.
Your subtlety in unparalleled.
anne - are you mocking me? i honestly can't tell, and it could go either way. :/
(wow i can't believe i just made that face, but oh well, it was appropriate to my message.)
it used to be "i can't remember the sound that you found for me," which is a line from "virtute the cat explains her departure" by the weakerthans. you can listen to it here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrqVTB_l77c
...it's so sad
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