I hear in your voice the soft delicate, subtle hint, you smiled. I surveyed, I listened, the recording gives an inkling you were not inside, the sound of what I expect the spineless pubic to construct, the whole world working together to create that murmur, that disturbance. Mind wandering as light flickers through my blinds fashioned from headlight, everything is peripheral, a blank stale stare at the floor, hands hung.
My delusion: the liver, filtering every repulsive thought as my state of mind slips, a tunnel, no light nothing. I subdue to the recollection of my hands yielding your waist. Confusion coagulates when your alone, the illustration becomes distorted. I still fail to see how this came to pass…
“Tonight you’re sleeping with someone else. The only problem is your not sleeping at all”
“My Girl You Blush” moi Caprice
