HELLO AGAIN – I THOUGHT, JUST NOE MORE
I can’t rest until I have seen you.
I can’t see until I am blind with your fragrance
I can’t even try to see if it is with you a longtime friend’s worth
of wet hair and killer-eyes of fiendish frail life
that doesn’t ale but it does pallid-starting fossil-fuel strong-time light
It is with the rent and not the riot.
I love you.