im hungry
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Trepidations shake my jangled crazy nerves moments before I see you again and again always new, and my mind begins to swirl.
I close my eyes and we are flying fish fresh out of water, drowning in the air just to glide over the ocean together. This one, in an endless series of animalistic hallucinations pause and fade away as I open my eyes to the street just before your corner, where the tragic dog brothers greet me and scare me with menacing barks and fur begging for a kinesthetic pay day, jammed against the diagonal steel squares cold and hard that remind me to protect your beautiful light with a cold cage when necessary, but never permanently. I see your ancient eyes that glow bright burning in my mind illuminating my empty dark void setting off a chain reaction of bright beams and images of you swirl around a great pool of blue which inhabits the vortex of my void inside and I snap.
There are two vortexes and no void now, and they spin slower and slower as they become your eyes again and their glances begin to synch up, dancing in tune with a carousel film strip entering like a planes flag over a beach from the right, in each pane a different moving flight of fancy where you are the center of this mind's universe. A warm strong wind comes from beneath your two synchronous-tide-pool eyes and your face materializes from a central focal point within the calming wind, blowing gorgeous sand to form your mouth around it as it fills in the details around your eyes. A flowing light appears between your eyes and moves slowly upward, fraying along the way to become your angel hair. It glows brighter and brighter and the wind from your mouth forms a whispered word in a language that I know only you and I will know what it is and what it means.
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