(...)
The tension is strong; I feel your pain beating
So I glide my hands down to palpate the feeling
And so you stare-
This torture is just a mean to play fair.
A silence then swells up into this space
Yet another promise to make you taste
This filthy infatuation leaking from my heart
-Our looping song and
Your unfit will to restart.
***
The leaves on the great maple outside my window greet me with a childlike laughter everymorning,
the wind dances through branches and pours in through my window with sweet smells of a traveling summer that wraps me up in a last goodbye. The faces of all leaves have already begun to rust, i feel summer, you're running a little late, fall..now sitting on my window sill waiting to be taken...
With a short reach to a cool kiss, a still night to a quiet
snore..the world falls in love once more...
