Thirst is a dryness that floats from the throat : a snow that burns everything like a voiceless cold fire, a pure river polluted with a meaningless existence,a reality that drinks bottles of dreams without regret,a death caressed ominously with warm hands,a shadow unloved in the brightest sunlights.
It is a blessing and it is a curse. It is just a human sometimes,
Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light footsteps, thin drizzle, water that is air, air that is time, The day is still leaving the night has yet to arrive, figurations of mist at the turn of the corner, figurations of time at the bend in this pause, listen to me as one listens to the rain, without listening, hear what I say with eyes open inward, asleep with all five senses awake, it’s raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,
air and water, words with no weight: what we are and are, the days and years, this moment, weightless time and heavy sorrow, listen to me as one listens to the rain, wet asphalt is shining, steam rises and walks away, night unfolds and looks at me, you are you and your body of steam, you and your face of night, you and your hair, unhurried lightning, you cross the street and enter my forehead, footsteps of water across my eyes, listen to me as one listens to the rain.
float sublimely, for there is no ground beneath the toes today. The white verandah delves a sight as you move untouched eclipsed by warm fingertips. the water shall soon forget itself, it has no memory of your existence.
White voids and bright wine. melanchony’s cocktail : a melodious blur beneath a bright but dusty chandelier, We have nothing to break our silence escaped through the white windows.
we retire, listening to the winds and sipping some wine, rehearsing our exits from one-another, our exits from ourselves, our exits from our pasts.
Her whispers turned into subtle moans. The breathe turned warmer and warmer. Her nails dug deep into the back. As each inch of the curve is felt by bare cold hands. She just cannot wait for the climax now. The lust will spread within her, With every thrust. This will be the end and beginning of the wet warm climax she deserves.