Seeing the Sun

I see you as two. It may be wizardry that is three. American first and two british. Love songs are ringing again. My face is more my own. Coming to the end of the day, finds the next day exhausted with coffee bean goodness. I love your lack of truth to other, but honesty with me telepathically. It makes a man a man. You will all know the fairy tale we are sleeping through soon enough. I would put my money as a twist on Snow White, no dwarfs. I am a fawn today, in the spring of summer. I spread a newly grown set of wings and challange Pegasis to a race in space. I can breath, she cannot. What is hot? You me and a tree named Lee. There are things of my past that has you seeing double. My torture has made a body responsive to every fantasm fantasy. It is brutal, but not just imagery. It can hurt, in body, and release the emotions so stockpiled inside of me and yee as well. There are persons on the edge, on the ledge. I see he on TV, I know not his biology. It is best, I need not a test. Complete disclosure is what I need before I can be free sexually. I cannot have intercourse. I must wait to keep the sea and he away from me. I dream of things and my chastidy is important to me. I do not believe in starving anyone either. This is war and you need to feed. There are ways you will begin to see that benefit you much better than an act that can produce pregnancy. Be honest and we can hang them all from a tree. It will be easy in back. I have a rainbow in mind. The justice will flow through all society and socioeconomic bracket. I will be the mouse in the box and predators will just line up to be caught at the door. I am in season and touch, without an intent of loving caress needs to stay away. I am tired every day. I compete and am complete and I am in this chair, downtown Caribou, tapping these keys today. Bus mate, you are great. I can relate.