i thought about you again; as the liquor swims this happens now & then more then, than now, since the picture's dim subtraction's adding up insisting when, memory lane's had enough of you i fight it still hence why i write it still not quite like i use to write it till i knew you'd call me thrilled conversations, 'oh darling' filled with your body calling, sprawling with quills floating you in cumulus, or another universe where there was only you... & us reading was, your vice that and, me inside you twice the deeper i'd get either, reaching your thighs to your neck or when the reefer was lit your eyes would get wet eager, weaker you'd tip over & tumble, heels over head your vulva said, no wonder this feels like a bed you said, oh no, here he goes again no... i know, when it's all over with that why this feels like pretend & i'm holding it, closely tonight cheers, here's to now & then as the memory of you, told me to write