J. Janks
04-05-2005, 08:07 AM
“What is Gonna be the Sound?”
A long scar: across this belly. Run a finger over it.
Feel the warm plane, the rhythms of this body,
and learn them well.
This form collects small droplets. There is a shudder.
Guide your timid hands across my limbs--
bring down these walls.
You are the playmate, my silly friend. Let’s create a game.
In each other we mimic our moves,
pitted against whose tale.
Copyright (c) '05 David R C.
A long scar: across this belly. Run a finger over it.
Feel the warm plane, the rhythms of this body,
and learn them well.
This form collects small droplets. There is a shudder.
Guide your timid hands across my limbs--
bring down these walls.
You are the playmate, my silly friend. Let’s create a game.
In each other we mimic our moves,
pitted against whose tale.
Copyright (c) '05 David R C.