Tactile kinesthetic

Closer now happy face swell until swollen grab hold hang on a polished smile opens to spew forth wisdom retarded most of this is meaningless a handful of treacherous i shall never give again the way i gave to you.

Swan dive

Again instantly red against wall so suddenly exposed soul troll I am not here feeling full fear blood love blood lust blood dust ash to rust blood curdle the cradle fall into heaven fly into hell I will for whom it tolls ring that fucking bell smell water pouring acrid in your wake baked earth cracks under fleshy moments movements slight a hand outstretched a sleight of hand now call a phone rings overwhelms undersings a love distraught I wanted things unspeakable I want things unthinkable formulaic in my defense of the ruin of my innocence and in a sense i will have gone a perfect tense child a progression of aspect a lingua Franca unadorned with the shroud of your knowing remiss against my going.