Posted on Wednesday, 3 June 2009

i wore a collar- as i often do. the newness being that you, of all people, held the leash. but it might have been a necklace for all that it held us back. our attack came smiling, laughing, revelling. i doubt florida was ready. and we, so steady in our six inch heeled feet- reeled from the impact of it all. the music a thrumming we’d longed for all summer. all of always, it seemed. there were cages, willing jailors- numberless inmates. but the stage is where we screamed. and after, in the cool.easy.bird.chirping hours, the parking lot is where you cried. i held you. another night devoured.|Aran|

i wore a collar- as i often do. the newness being that you, of all people, held the leash. but it might have been a necklace for all that it held us back. our attack came smiling, laughing, revelling. i doubt florida was ready. and we, so steady in our six inch heeled feet- reeled from the impact of it all. the music a thrumming we’d longed for all summer. all of always, it seemed. there were cages, willing jailors- numberless inmates. but the stage is where we screamed. and after, in the cool.easy.bird.chirping hours, the parking lot is where you cried. i held you. another night devoured.
|Aran|

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