i stem from the roots
you water me down
we hold you close,
to the heart of desire.

you cannot get to me.
i reach out to hold.
slipping through my fingers.

we are still yet to be.

what you are to me:
Just a convinient warm body,
no more, much less.

Its been a long time.

Make the star queue!
but the event's over
I miss you.

-sandra+