titles, fragments and lines from things i may one day write

the far bank, 

delicious.you: i won't wake you up,

(or at least:

i'll whisper it in your ear while you sleep, 

__(it will sound like carnations, wednesday mornings, autumn-grey,

in silence we made perfect sense

(transverse a fog of dreams, a universe of static-noise, you'll see me at the far (bank) end)

skin, __my

and the nature of particulate matter defines what we can)and(not run away from, 

simply: the reality of particular matter: or all matter(s) as we understand it.them

so come then, come: then, & (all of now):

yours. 

(everything) + me

as you wanted. 

______________________(and we are just breakable breakable breakable girls and boys.