Migraine of Sand
When you talk to me,
You smile at me,
You touch my hand,
Setting in motion a chain of chemical reactions.
We get intimate,
Creating bonds of obsession.
Hard Drive Crash
Our lips first meet as you lay me down.
Carefully you brush my neck with a tender touch.
My tongue intwines with yours as life rushes all throughout my body.
Your curious hands make their way down to my chest.
It is more than I can take.
Axis of Symmetry
I watch them interact in silence.
Like celluloid images.
Their counterparts so loud.
Barriers of sound,
