The first time I met you we *censored*ed, going down in a tangle of energy in the dark room like the blue light that shoots from a socket when a cord is tugged carelessly from a wall. Are you here with me? rolled over and over in my head as we climbed and slapped at each other, coming up different paths to reach the same destination There's a mountain top that exists in a …showed first 75 words of 236 total…

…showed last 75 words of 236 total…was barren, with flat grey rock and small tufts of dried grass. We were so high we had passed the tree line. The view went on for miles. When we *censored* I hold you tightly now, lest your body become another flowered hilltop, another place I'm not sure I've been. Let me feel the climb, the ache, the exhaustion. Mark this: I want to remember the journey, what I held along the way. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ **Bibliography**