the sky is grey and it s been raining all day there s nothing to do but read things from the days when i had had better days the days without you from them days filled with plans and ideas about things that i d never really know she left her imprint on me i couldn t shake her i d been pressed so hard i was part of the ground my emotions squeezed out as easy as her beautiful ideas covered me like a blanket or a shadow on the other side of an enormous light i was helpless an impression waiting for someone new to pour into themselves into my shell waiting for the sun rip across my sky waiting for you i released tremors in her like a sword plunging into a belly releasing ridiculous amounts of food and wine i looked for the golden rewards of vibrations and shudders i loved this girl and that love was a fuel that drove me to the waking morning light my lips an inexhaustible resource of pleasure for her i was a miner unwilling to stop until i had reached the earth s core i was a russian on a horse liberating camps in occupied countries freeing passionate fluids from her body over and over again over from her body