An illustration of the turning gears in my head, revealing thoughts, ideas, and plans, all to provoke thought and to allow you to know who this bionic creature truly is.
Thursday, March 28, 2013
sounds and skin
cannot shake this fleet of snow, nor spark of sun.
harmonica and jaw harp ring in my ears.
your heart beats within me, like a shaking bass.
click, rumble, hum, brrring!
so many sounds..
but nothing compares to the silence i shared with you.
the only thing my ears heard was your fingertips gliding across my silky skin, and your soft breath on my rosy cheek.
my deep-set eyes shut to travel to this safe haven.
meet me there.
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