on the street
desires meet
through body heat
somewhere in a gutter
thoughts of consequence burn in the bio-fire
everything is in fast forward
so cold out here
and so warm inside
no need for us to hide
on the street no one cares
maybe a few stares
but oh well....oh well
its not like we even notice them
so occupied
self sanctified
moment like this
all becomes holy
skirts that reminisce
of the class room you
now i'm with the teacher
the students never knew
11-24-00
Birth sign: Pisces
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