****** wine is sand slipping through fingers.
with so much space, deserts are never empty.
silence is ****
naked sound,
like raw flesh stretched over
thousands of switches.
modus operandi released
and the light bulbs are breaking,
now we will see if stars still shine.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
****** wine is sand slipping through fingers.
with so much space, deserts are never empty.
silence is ****
naked sound,
like raw flesh stretched over
thousands of switches.
modus operandi released
and the light bulbs are breaking,
now we will see if stars still shine.
