Sunday Minuet

5 03 2010

My darling, you misunderstand where my feelings are in the depths of my chest aroused in dance


My darling, misunderstood again but appreciated replete and lustered by chopin breathing and giving it and taking it away just the way you are in a Sunday kind of minuet, appreciated replete and lustered by chopin breathing and giving it and taking it away just the way you are in a Sunday kind of minuet working for two bits a word this message is just for you, (paste name here), this day will bring you opportunities for love and minuets like chopin deeply lost in tommorrow and frustration like a waltz in three-four lustre of mankind My darling, you misunderstand where my feelings are in the depths of your skin on my minuet posing in letters claiming hopes and dreams bewildered by booze and understanding the minute sonata greased like the wheels of heaven swinging in its regularity and read by astologers working for two bits a word this message is just for you, (paste name here), this day will bring you opportunities for love and minuets and frustration like a waltz in three-four lustre my chest aroused in dance if not tearful joy and whining privately. Will our teeth last forever or our joyful tears or our worthlessness or our ten minute private room with sheets that need washing in the roulette maytag appreciated like chopin asking too much, too much worthlessness and too much forever that we are robbed of the present and tender moments like chopin deeply lost in tommorrow. I love your hands on my skin minuet, sonata eyes entwined; I get older; forgive my worthlessness. here in the next room bequeathed waltzing on teeth and tears. I will always love you and the thought of you waltzing on teeth and tears. I will always love you and the thought of you past death and circumstance. I love your hands on my skin minuet, sonata eyes entwined; I get older; forgive my worthlessness. giving it and taking it away just the way you are in a Sunday kind of minuet, minuet why not a waltz through the planets starting with the gas giants not strauss but one of his imitators
My darling, you misunderstand where my feelings are in the depths of my chest aroused in dance.

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