Levenshtein dreams Jan 6, 2012
(for context, see the full node at everything2)
I do not love you at thirty thousand feet.
except because I love you
I go down the mountain away from
loving to not lovingyou,
From waiting to not waiting for you---
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it's you the one I
The wind comes right through the tent, Love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you I storm into town,
Bend to youand the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I
do notsee rivers of your blood. you but love you blindly
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love in a roadside pool
because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
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