Micromundo
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Hancocks Fabric Preferred Card
Your hand drawn transparencies in me as your lips disclose individual silence. Your tongue loose scribbles everywhere, with words than when they say, they feel. Your name is an echo that fills the rooms that the heart was desolate. Your eyes telling me that I know for some time. Your skin is the refuge, fear, cold. 're the flame that dazzles when everything is dark. We melted into the embrace of always, that in which the nose sank in the neck, and form a micro-world, for you and me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment