Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 @ 9:14 pm
Fly Agaric
Mini obsessions turned major.
Mind corners that I used to fill with thoughts of flowers, roadside blooms, have now sprouted rounded soft mushrooms.
The rains and falling leaves, flowers finished, so much falling (in love) and I find the one thing that's sprouting up. Fungus flourishes. Crouched on the soft damp earth. Focus, refocus, catch that light just right.
I catch an eyelash off his cheek and hold it up. He looks, thinks, pause, then blows it away... smiles.. and kisses me.
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