Drops dashing, air oscillating.
Eyes, averted.
The continual game, hide and seek with a sacred caress.
Eyes, reflecting.
Feedback, at that spot near god.
Close to the center, and with mouths shut, god pushes away.
Tell me, do you know? Do you know?
All this chatter with very little chatter about the chatter.
Sure we are conscious.
Direct your blood, count the beats, and soon, very soon.
We will be conscious of being conscious and flicker with the wavering kiss thrown to space that landed on god's lips.