Jun 19, 2005 16:50
Lost is this translation of life and breath
Captured in reflections
Dirty bathroom mirrors
Spun dizzily onto counter tops
Ripped apart with delicate instruments of Science
Mans hunger to know
Fear is seed stuck between finger tips and lips
Gathered before this storm of socialistic techno responsibility
Played out till the last singing junkies collapses
With shakes and shivers
Understanding the completeness of savage instinct
Where in which we find addiction
Love is that boundary
Not of what we will do
But of what we can not
Will not do
Stitched into the skin of our lovers torsos
Bent and pulled willing for the thrust of fuck
And orgasmic relief
Sweat glistening
Exhausted wobbly legged spiders crawling from darkened rooms
From under blankets
From between musk and thigh
To transform in to cereal sugar coffee stained nimble fingers
The need of need is sweeter than poison
Sweeter then dark ally regrets
The cramps of emptiness and illusions
Hollowed and empty
Save for echoes