A toxic salve,
so easy to fall into.
Saves me from myself
by consuming everything.
He is the joy of childhood crushes,
the part of awkward, shyness, curiosity
that never grows tired.
The euphoria of the first kiss,
even better, the longing stare.
What I would give to see
Lou Barlow's smile
in that moment again.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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