raw jaw; i hereby dub you powerless and unable to move me. if only it were that easy. upon my first time seeing you in such a light as this, i had no idea how delicate you actually are. you're demeanor is marble-carved hard, but your skin is crystalline, your walls are frail. i know you. i've seen you somewhere else before, i'd glimpsed what you were when we were all not much more than nine. and now that you are older, we sit together on a summer day that looks like a vision through wine-drunk eyes. you ask me if we can smoke the sticky, sweet sap from the trees that surround us. i inquire in return why you are so quick to want to light something and get high from it. but, the tarnished, golden luminescence peers from out of the clouds and casts it rays onto the clearing where we lay in our nakedness, even in spite of your frivolity and your juvenessance. i'm not sure if you know this, but you are one crooked thing that everybody yearns to love.
