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Jett Superior laid this on you on || July 18, 2003 || 2:23 am

Sometimes I catch myself remembering the time that we took the leap past ‘One Night Stand’, fingering it absently and in a quietly agitated way with my mind; it’s fucking
amazing, the way that it all comes right back if give myself over to the
moment even a little. The room was pitch black as we came together, and at
first I wished madly that there were some little bit of light that would
allow me to drink you in as you moved inside of me, that would allow me to
see the expression on your face, the way you looked at me; some tiny bit of starshine or streetlamp glow finding a sliver of opening in the drapes that would
telegraph your movements, your hands sliding across my bare flesh.

Turns
out that light was not necessary; everything was communicated fully there
in the dark…. it was an exquisite dance, really, the way we navigated
only by touch, a light ether soft and electric between us. You were
soundless; I know this because I listened with every sinew in my body for
anything you might give me as acknowledgement that you were occupying the
same moment and frame of being that I was. I think that night is when I grew
to love you, when you put in me a burning I’d not known before and haven’t
quite laid hands on since.

::: :: ::: :: ::: :: :::

I hear the drizzle of the rain / Like a memory it falls / Soft and warm continuing / Tapping on my roof and walls.

And from the shelter of my mind / Through the window of my eyes / I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets / To England where my heart lies.

My mind’s distracted and diffused / My thoughts are many miles away / They lie with you when you’re asleep / And kiss you when you start your day.

And as a song I was writing is left undone / I don’t know why I spend my time / Writing songs I can’t believe / With words that tear and strain to rhyme.

And so you see I have come to doubt / All that I once held as true / I stand alone without beliefs / The only truth I know is you.

And as I watch the drops of rain / Weave their weary paths and die / I know that I am like the rain / There but for the grace of you go I.

// Simon and Garfunkel, ‘Kathy’s Song’


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  1. Dean 7.18.2003

    Damn, I know that feeling well…

    I wish I knew how you put together words to describe experiences like you do.

     
  2. Joe 7.18.2003

    Glad you stopped there, I was well on my way towards an erection.

     
  3. Jett 7.19.2003

    You know, I really expected melly here with a comment regarding herpes, already.

    melly’s losing her mojo.

     

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