Isthmus

The tap is never dry, and the truth is seldom shown, but soldier on dear fighter, soldier on my lover and my beast. Here there is something solid to push off from. I saw a purple light and a biology teacher pulsing in erogenous bliss, here I saw a fool. oh, you should have seen it. It was wondrous. Not just the sex, but the sharing of minds and thoughts. No, I will not say it was love, because... it just wasn't. We. Ate. Toghether like husband and wife, but our genitals talked in lieu of our mouths. Do not see this as vulgar, untouchable in itself. We smoked a joint and saw all the pain/sensation/revelation/joy that we sought. Pie is squared. Rest. FULL CIRCLE