the_cautious_gaze fyn gula he wanted to be a spider made by the hand of an innocent child and where he crawled, lightly and slowly, uninhibited, he would stop at that forbidden place where he became captured with laugher, only to begin again, a game. he watched this, the only one to see, a solitary observer of life as some sensual art. a moment in time he could frame with the click of a shutter, a scene in an anthony minghella film he would watch over and over. what he rushes to write down, paint, or hum the melody. the imagined suddenly made tactile, the austere curtain pulled away, revealing in these fragile minutes what he surveys continuously. and the cautious gaze begs for a partner. voluptuous wonder that must be experienced. 010211 ... unhinged the way you look at me a layer of caution containing unrestrainable amounts of energy guarded but_still overflowing and infectious i'm more than content with my dreams of you 061014 what's it to you? who go blather from