An experimental place of rambling, prose, and performance reviews.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
The Sex of Secrets
hearts race as breath quickens, the new touch dissolves into fingerprints, tainting the pure skin which was absolved of all its lies. the soul sighs mercilessly in joy, finally being touched, don't stop, don't stop, not now....cement this moment of verity, tell me it's real.