Sunday 2 October 2011

gânduri care fug

falling out of touch with all my friends...hope they're staying glued together;
I have arms for them.

take another sip of them,
it floats around and takes me over,
like a little drop of ink
in a glass of water
.

get inside their clothes
with my green gloves
watch their videos,
in their chairs.
get inside their beds
with my green gloves
get inside their heads,
love their loves.

now I hardly know them
but I'll take my time.
I'll carry them over,
and I'll make them mine.
..