Narrow
split sensuality
the arrow of an orgasm
thrusting forth through the tugged
claustrophobias of a deserted capitalist
and in the end of this unending moment
surfeit with the agony of every pleasure
the subtle residue of erroneous streets
and these nihilistic loves
cosmically lost on a sidewalk
becoming ready to cease
a Sunday lost and irrecoverable
like the black dream of tomorrow
in the wintery existence of an elliptical life
these all these fortunate routines
some of the death
that whispered in the ear
of the mute man that
no longer wanted to see.
/wave
I have really enjoyed sneaking around your blog
xox
Words fall through me but I can’t have much force to spell it…I just adore what you wrote…it’s amazing and so close to my heart…I just wanna say thank you to have the courage to say what I try so hard to say but I can’t for the moment…