She caresses
my
chest
while I walk
and we're
tumbling on a
horizontal
plane
and I
need her
hands
to
hold me
lest
I tumble drip into nothingness.
My body
and
her body
fold
together
and
my hands
and
her hands
intertwine
and
she looks
me in
the eye
without blinking
and disappears;
the seductive songs of the wind.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 1:24 AM UTC
She caresses
my
chest
while I walk
and we're
tumbling on a
horizontal
plane
and I
need her
hands
to
hold me
lest
I tumble drip into nothingness.
My body
and
her body
fold
together
and
my hands
and
her hands
intertwine
and
she looks
me in
the eye
without blinking
and disappears;
the seductive songs of the wind.
