Tuesday, 25 September 2007

skin is deep

uhhh abrasive
everywhere

the weather, the moments, there's a current of desire in the water
smokey urban, purple funk
the city's ravaging everything, me. It's all lost in the sound of the rain, but not,
I can feel it
all these colours writhing in my hands
abrasive satin
again...tiny bits of sensations
pulled out from underneath skin

touch