"this is the only time i really feel alive"
(gasping with the thrills of june midnights)
what is your motive?
your name?
and do you know mine?
you don't seem to understand what you're getting your beautiful self into
my face is not a blank canvas
my hands are not plastic
not disposable
i am red
the color of blindness
empty hours don't erase a single word
or look
or kiss
or silence
you've built a detemination in me.