If grey is a kind of blond, and white is the color it leads to
Then skin is the way we learn to touch, and hands are the way
We learn to play with one another.

Sleep is a song of breathing, legs are the way we bring ourselves to know One another, and you is the long version of I. Then I am the one that keeps you to ourselves.

Day is the way to night, night the way to longing. When I was a little child, I dreamt of a girl who I could fasten myself to sleep, and when I awoke this evening

I saw me lying inside of your beautiful skinny arms. Then pleasure was the count of two. Warm bodies gushing smiles from morning into the night.