of ideas;
i think what you said about censorship is true: gathering yr moistures on my fingertips i discover you and consider uttering words like i like you, but instead i save them. gasp. i’ll write a poem later. even when i write poetry to show you something, i know i write poetry to hide something as well. even if you find the truth in these words, even if you hear them spoken, i never have to say it when i make you look.