the archetecture of you, you, thee thee thee give me your skeleton, give me the skin it's in... i could spend my life travelling the continent of your body each night.  the human form can be such a work of art.  sometimes i feel like my self-conscious, hesitating, clumsy demeanor doesn't do credit to my frame.  my poise is kind of a betrayal of grace, of artistic form- awkward, jolting, broken and bound too firmly to the earth. i wish i was more fire in my physicality like i am in my emotions and my mind.  i wish i was fluid dancing, jumping, twirling

maybe i could learn.  maybe i could be more like air and fly...