it_cannot_come_to_good blueberries_for_you in the time i am away from you, i lose my skin, a unravelling of protection. not the snake that slithers out of the impending past, pushing forth out of patterns of texture and color to reach, but more so the tree, attacked by insects, that drops its bark, rendering it vulnerable to disease. wrap me up in the cloak of your love. smother me with many kisses, like scarves that only allow my eyes to be visible and then press them with your fingers so the lingering touch will warn them to be careful of what they look upon. when the cold tempts, the warm heart will not know. if i am to be in the absence of you, alone, it cannot come to good. 011104 ... little fury bug i built things up to reach the sky but on weak foundation every beam and brick weighing it all down holding it all up the sticks and stones about to crack under the weight and pressure but my tower touches the sky. in danger, slightly swaying foreshadowing of crashing, falling and it'll all come tumbling down the higher, the greater the fall the bigger the cloud of smoke that will complicate it all. 020707 what's it to you? who go blather from