I’ll show you, how it’s supposed to feel?
The hairs on my neck were slow-dancing according to your distance, approximating and pulling strings of unknown shy organs.
The magnetic field is stronger than I could possibly contain, I proceed intuitively, discarding former strategies and blowing thin air to decompress painful oh inexplicably pleasant distress. I tenderly allow the sun not to set but to collapse.
My eyelids are closed but I can finally guide these beating chambers of stormy blood into safe-shores, without a map in mind or footprint line, I acknowledge the true course of this self-abandonment.
To fall into yours, your palms open up as a wave swallows me whole, this mango fabric between my teeth, I wonder if you could assist me to remove, remove old romance and set afresh in the right accordance.
Sights gathered focus scattered exhilaration ride into forgotten whys and just, justly just. Just be.
Nature found justice in biomolecular attraction, words were running out as our smiles turned into shivery mumble of inviting gospel.
At your port, I may lay an anchor of doubtless choice, I let go of rights and lefts and wrongs and form into an intimate collaboration of Ying Yang black and whites, queens and kings we play no rules but stumble upon unplanned balance.
My personal domain has sunken stranded and turned mistakenly into some sort of bright matter, not gold, not fake, not glamour, I ceased to be looking for answers.
When We Feel
I’ll meet you, how it’s supposed to show?
