Oct 30 2004
Silence
Your tongue, a snake’s tongue, creeps into my mouth, my dreams.. it does something to me, hypnotic, it entrances and waylays me.. I feel it in my sleep, in my skin and in the beating of my heart. Your heart, it is an ocean for me to cross on a broken raft. It pulls me under, deeper and deeper.
November 1st, 2004 at 1:48 am
incredible.