like Buk said

the sun finally burns through
the restraints
strapped across it
by the fiendish moonlit night,
and things begin
to sparkle just a bit:
all the diamonds,
strewn across the harbor,
all the glassy-eyed girls,
the ones with little ardor;

she told me that
she wanted to feel me
on her,
in her,
and I agreed
since I was
already on my knees:

like Buk said
"what counts is not what we
but what we don't

April 11, 2010.

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