fertile thwa "fuck me?" "i'll fuck you." 140303 ... thwa vanishing your effect on a shadow of bone, you thrust against me, swelling in girth, sloshing through my wetness. your explosion feels like being shot with a pulsing hot water gun. waves of pleasure that i absorb until every sensation ceases. 140305 ... thwa i had the luxury of time. i was doing something just lying there full of seed. i was passing through time in patience, boat through water, waiting for life to come, preparing for its arrival. i was a conduit, living in the acute case of the present tense. "this world is unknown to me," i said out loud. "it's unknown." 140306 ... thwa he put the middle finger of his right hand deep inside me. he loved to feel me dripping wet. he spoke like distant thunder, a broken whisper about what we would name the baby. something was coalescing, an energy transfer from him to my own spirit. life is here, i thought. it is happening now. the night felt like it would burn. it was burning. why had we waited so long? we surged into it and he entered me again, hard as stone. 140306 ... thwa i came again. 140307 ... thwa i squeezed him like a love vise, pressing him into a new shape with my impression. he held me until i dreamt and woke to find he fell asleep inside of me. 140308 ... thwa the next morning he was gone before i woke, but he left a note in the usual place. "x to make a y." i showered thinking of us and what we were becoming, my hand dropping to that sweet spot. hot water warmed my feet. we had landed somewhere new and i was stepping through the door to find him. we were. our baby and me. i got myself ready and did all the usual things so i felt like who i needed to be before i went out into this technicolor. he was at his cafe in the lower east side. in the kitchen chopping onions, wearing ski goggles. 140309 ... thwa he stepped away from the work space, and bid me to follow him to a little corner past the kitchen noise. lifting the goggles, he leaned into me and we kissed. i felt heat issue from it and with the heat something else. something sincere from him to me. a message, a meaning, a promise, that was different in tune from when we spoke. i was in the stream that was moving around us. i was plunged into a world. everything moved swiftly, but was not passing me by. i was with the current and he was part of it, regardless of whether i understood where it was taking us. we were moving at the same pace and that's all that mattered. we embraced and the invisible force that held us together was mutual joy as we slid into inevitability. 140312 ... Pilgrim Procreation has become a Plague. I hope Love Is the Cure. The Soul comes down into this World, reguardless of Love and Hate. The Future is Looking more like a Ghetto than Utopia. 140317 what's it to you? who go blather from