intimacy
......unraveling my skin was never a sin as my emotions lie there waiting......a bottomless vault of poisons-tender and unfettered in your grasp.........surge, surge, surge, through my eyes-thrice.........the ocean crawls through my eyes raging and foaming at the indifference......at the detachment........i want to be intimate with every sonance that vibrates the flowers in my skull.......to make love to the sonata tickling my soul........
" At first, he savored only the material quality of the sounds secreted by the instruments. And it had already been a great pleasure when, beneath the tiny line of the violin, slender, resistant, dense and driving, he noticed the mass of the piano's part seeking to arise in a liquid splashing, polymorphous, undivided, level and clashing like the purple commotion of wave charmed and flattened by the moonlight." Proust
......i feel the intensity in your silence......i want your silence to to kiss every capsule of my pores with its sordino mouth......i can not exist in the mikros kosmos of the makros kosmos.....it is only in great explosions and delicate nuances that i dance.........
" At first, he savored only the material quality of the sounds secreted by the instruments. And it had already been a great pleasure when, beneath the tiny line of the violin, slender, resistant, dense and driving, he noticed the mass of the piano's part seeking to arise in a liquid splashing, polymorphous, undivided, level and clashing like the purple commotion of wave charmed and flattened by the moonlight." Proust
......i feel the intensity in your silence......i want your silence to to kiss every capsule of my pores with its sordino mouth......i can not exist in the mikros kosmos of the makros kosmos.....it is only in great explosions and delicate nuances that i dance.........