quickening werewolf There beneath my ribs is a quickening, your breath, my breath, i cannot remember. My memory is a burning rope and its heat has expanded beyond me. Your mammal hands extend to a scraping of feathers and lightning all the same, lighting all those turns that aren't yet me, that rest and wait to settle into me. You have grabbed them and changed them like a goddess, hiding in the thrushes as a sound just a sound, yes you could do that, you have so many times, I've felt your lips in a bird's song- just a song with no notes but for the one i've given, an unfounded kiss, a mirror longing to be a door. 020507 ... Sailor Jupiter The coolie lightening strike thing that transfers and immortal's powers to whoever kills him/her. There can be only one. Bwahaha...I am such a nerd. 020507 what's it to you? who go blather from