Body Dance

Sex is a connection. It's a rumbling in the veins that quickly overtakes a quivering body.
It's mushy. It's nasty.
It's sweat dripping over the skin, a savory concoction of mixtures.
There is lust. Love for lust.
Perfectly synchronized movements, cascading over sounds.
Sex is wonderful.
It is glorious.
It is a natural action that represents more than a life cycle, more than procreation. It's a momentary rush of madness, only quieted with dancing.
Feel its collision.

Crumbles of Destruction

As days roll over what lies between us continues to grow.
Once interwoven lovers become close strangers.
Schedules that once held greetings turn into quick glances and routine check-ups.
These weeds are blocking our gaze. What is a gardener to do?
Struck between paths, do they follow or pace in circles condemning memories?
Space will erode what was there.
These cliffs will fall into a lovely sea.
Crash and sprinkle they may, until a ship returns, to the forgotten bay.

Si te explicó mis pensamientos, no te asustes.

Unas veces son canciones, hermosas. Armonías hechos por dioses.
Pero algunas veces don sonidos caóticos. No tienen sentido.
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Pausas que atraen demonios de almas perdidas.
Son gritos vibrando paredes pintadas con lágrimas.
Y aveces, son tristes.
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Llantos de madres heridas.
Don caras quemadas con dolor de amores pasados.

No entiendes, no quiero esto.
Cada pensamiento duele. Estas esposas me estan cortando mi circulación. No puedo respirar. No puedo dormir. No me dejes. No te asustes.

Esto es normal.

Music: Babasónicos

Withdrawal

There's an increase in pressure. Any surrounding air has been sucked out.
Picture this, one mind with infinite reactions; little fireworks exploding with convulsions, followed by an H-bomb.
I can't rest if I'm still.
Toss the spinners, the music is too loud & no, no, no, no, that embrace broke my bones. Intensity.
STOP

Breathe. Here it comes again.
We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you:
Connections tingles did you say die? Death. five letter word created to explain phases phases are part of the human experience according to science
STOP

Breathe. Here it comes again.
No. You can't just use those words. You're using it all wrong. When you put it all together you're disrupting the balance. Why don't you understand? You're doing it all wrong. You're using it wrong. Let me explain; you are making it all compressed and I'm feeling it in my chest. This pressure, this pressure...

STOP

Breathe, here it comes again.