Long waves into the slow vibration, then still. Holding a bow in your hand, tightly. It came with the rain. Does it feel any different to you, or just the same? Drawing constellation strings. Aim for the hill. Never thought I could, but you will. Shoot the stars with intention to claim. Branding patterns by name. Does it feel any different, or just the same?
Bleknande. Snabba droppar, snabbare. Stilla stormar genom natten. Långsamt blundande. Regn är bara vatten. Trötta ögon undrande, de rör din tysta skepnad. Du märker inte av mig, jag märker utan tvekan. Trots att jag fått ut dig, så finns du kvar här inne. Utan namn och röst, även efter letan, så satt du ändå där, renad från mitt sinne. Fötter vadande i ditt dränkta minne. Händer fumlande efter nån som en gång fanns. Plötsligt hörs ett dundrande. Tiden ger distans.
Verbal directions is where it is. Take and do what you want with it. Meanings without meaning, contemplation. Light your own electric sparks. Talks and conversation. Understanding never. Recreation of recreation will be forever.
Bend the rock around her body. Lean soft pebbles against her skin. Star rays grace the surface but the warmth comes from within. Grass brushes. Her feet lightly touches the floor. She said she was leaving, but I wonder why for. She said she was leaving, but I could come too. Me and you, skipping rocks by the shore. Ridding hands of burdens. Handing water rings. The horizon cast a shadow that covered everything in something heavy. Sun's descending, leaving, to slowely let the night in. Settling wavy waters strokes the...
Sheets pulled and stretched by your hands, tightly gripping. Your breath once soft, shifts into a different tone. I could eat you whole. So sweet. Your moans not alone, so drenched in pleasure. Desires dripping from my lips. A bliss and sinful kiss.
Only one moment. Colliding directions. What's your perception of me? Surface leveled, we'll make quick connections. Hot to the touch. Emotions makes me shake and tremble. Take me. Make me spark until we're embers. Glowing strangers in the night.
I'm forgetting. Recollecting's meaningless. Even in my dreams, your shape's a faint and faceless mess. Just let me rest here. I'll forget the sun. Unwanted where ever. Run, run, ran yours between my fingers. Your memory still lingers there. I'll let you go, without fear, this time. Now there for someone else. No longer mine.
Searching for a cause. The forest seems to grow and glow in nightly octaves. Animals and insects underneath the stars. Their whispers almost constant through the thickness of the dark. Breaking only slightly by the sight of sudden lightning. Striking clear, It's light surrenders every surface everywhere. Thousand eyes and ears. Then hearing only thunder, from above but then deep under. In the coves, the echos trap and crumble. Stone that fall asunder. Whats left is only wonder.
Falling into glowing blue. The shades draw deep but the sun comes through the surface. It's purpose, broken, into rolling waves that sway and solely wash away, imperfect. I'm certain, some things remain in the currents there between us. We blur them, to free us, from what we cannot be. We can't. Can't you see that too? I don't think I love you, anymore.