The music penetrates deeper when we’re on my mattress on the floor feeling each hit of the drum and playing with each other’s hair I pick off my old nail polish and you kiss me strings of melody tangled in our legs and lungs never let me go odd shapes drawn on our skin and a feeling imagined by the tongue of a poet and the pen of a whore let’s spend our evening staring at a blank wall thinking of now and never and always days go by and we don’t move I am hungry and happy next to your still body regular words transform and even breaths collide in an anamorphic hit memories like paintings of birth I’ll never forget
i liked the line "odd shapes drawn on our skin and a feeling imagined" , i agree with dragonangelbiker about it being different and different is what i enjoy , i liked it peace and love
