Must have been hungry...I Must Have Been HungryI am rambling aimlesslythrough the jungle of my thoughts the world is a pineappleupside down cakethat has fallen in the oven. Greens and okragrits and eggs. I am randomly wanderingthrough the biscuit doughmaking no sense at all.There are only two thingsin this world of whichthere is anything to be said.Beauty and Pain.And of those it seemssometimesthat there is nothingthat hasn't been said before.So I search my conciousnessturn it over like a fried chicken legto gnaw on the boneand findand find myselfand find myself stilland find myself still searching
Across This Expanse...Across This ExpanseWhen we found each other,it was as if our souls meltedand the blendingof our insecuritiescreated an epoxy.So, we marriedand created a spacefor ourselvesin this ill-fitting worldwhere we were still lost,but no longeralone.Years passed, folding the domesticinto foreign shadows. At night,I lie awake listening to the patternof your breathing; watching the riseand fall of your back. Slumbersoothes the tempest. Silenceamplifies the distance.I cannot bridge the chasmalone.I wonder if you can feel me from acrossthis expanse of cool cotton percale.Can you feel how I needto crawl under your skin,pull you up to my chinand breathe in? My longingis a cocoon spun around a dreamof hope.