Author:		James Harris
Posted:		5/18/2004; 12:22:12 PM
Topic:
Msg #:		357 (top msg in thread)
Prev/Next:		356/358
Reads:		3056

Accident: slicing it open I slipped and took some fingertip
On purpose: a spasm of joy brimmed and warned you

By the time he changed his mind it was too late to warn her
Bloody Hell was his limp rejoinder

Things of the world represent "things" of an "inner self"
You can't be serious—we are particulars of a "living past"

His problem: craves the familiar, laughs after orgasm
When I finish this work, I'll be able to rejoin her

It isn't really work, is it, just some fun we're having?
How come living it I'm clueless, only later it's a story?

You be careful (the world's getting darker) humor's tricky
Speaking of tricky (Hermes not Dick) this is where our story begins

I bumped into her by accident, but we worked at the rest
It was, to tell the truth, the most fun I've had in my life