It is a creature or as it is
one eye ball
observing every scenes
every details
The lips, The beards, The smoothing short hair
They absorb every lines and details
Sensory Receptor
His soothing body and sweet soul
My finger
lingering and licking the world
passing by
the cliff and stone
of Your hands
I remember
Wrinkles and Ruffles
Drawing the shape of the globe
Places that carry
carry…
No, please don’t go
I am loosing
Carry… Something
No, Carry someone
No…. Carry …
Someone use the Axe of the god
thumbing through the spine
Cloven the eye from reception
Into half
Ca…..rry… What was I carrying?
Into half.
Using finger, taking up the niddle
The Perfect slot for
‘Reset’
Time limping out of track
Not following trail
Cautiously moving in the niddle
Carry, I Carry Your hand in my hand and You wrap me around Your chest in the stormy rain while O/our love embarking from the cold ground up to the raining dark cloud. I felt Your heart beat and Your breathing from my chest and my ear. I took a deep breath telling myself not to…… not to forget the greatest of everything and You hold my hand and TOLD ME!……
It is just 0.3mm depth of the slot
The Needle presses down.