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I belong in evolving thoughts,

but my mind succumbs quickly to love

Missing having you in my dreams and arms,

my bed and bleeding heart, I miss You

and although I know it's done, it's over

and behind us so 

ultimately...

sometimes... I just ask "why"

sometimes I just... cry...

when I think of you

And when I think of your eyes

I am taken worlds

and worlds away, 

flying

like an airplane,

falling

like a feather,

landing in your 

field of cotton-flowers

where meeting eyes give way

each time to meeting lips

in fantasized scenes of raptured

uttered dreams,

space out of time, tears on our 

tongues, suddenly

I Need Air

but our lips

are locked, in a long

ravenous,

luscious rage,

tangled

up in our own

lovetrap