Guest guest Posted July 30, 2002 Report Share Posted July 30, 2002 With Your Pants Down When the Nameless One opens my door I am always taking a bath and undressed. She is always waiting for me to put the phone down and go rest - Then quick as a flash there She is, catching me napping. It seems She honors all my names as Hers. Names like, ‘Busybody’ ‘Fool talking’ or ‘Runaway.’ Yet She loves my no-name most of all. I keep asking, “Who am I.†She keeps whispering back, “There I Am.†I go out, and She comes in, and waits for my return. I go in, and She is there before me. She is the faithful wife of all passing things. The Bridegroom of all dizzy blondes. Her red hair is a fire we all fall into yelling, “Which way to the wedding?†And all the people. All the sad people Who keep running after Her have not figured out yet how to be caught. Dear lovers, the angel of Absence has asked me to tell you there is only one way - With your pants down. love eric __________________ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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