my hands, like maps

laughs from an AIM conversation:
mkmahonnequin: i didnt andrew him
mkmahonnequin: ANSWER* HAHA
stephie telli: OMG HAHA
stephie telli: freudian slip much?
mkmahonnequin: ::thinking of friday::

& its true.. it's all i've been thinking about. 3 days.

some other thoughts:
and with a new season in store
the windows fixate a view more crisp than before
it wipes across my eyes
washing away the fumes of summer
that had me in a trance of blindess
but a new sky covered a past
and stars chased you away
lighting up a new, clear future
so with wide eyes, and an even wider road
the traffic parts
and the acceleration pulls me under & over a city
a city, my home
your home, 2000 miles away
the lights of Times Square reflect off your eyes
and the sky is luminated a sharp blue
& one day, we'll visit that place in between my fingers
my hands, like maps
your touch tells me where to go
instincts and patterns on your skin
exaggerated by Tequila shots
in a room lit by a macbook and blinking sunglasses
just the sound of our breathing
the synching of our hearts beating...

• I Am the Walrus - The Beatles