I needed to return to the place of sins in the most sacred day of the year. Not as a coward nor a hero but a simple person. I’m getting naked one more time to cover my body and soul with more strength. Muse is in the air, creator is in my mind, sweet is in my mouth. Now she is mother, now she isn’t, now she is. We are strangers in the night and lovers in the day.
Captives by the mystery, curiosity takes one of our lives but satisfaction brings them back. There is no violence when there is innocence. Malcolm in one ear, Luther in the other, all is possible to do the right thing. We live another unforgettable morning between breakfast, thoughts and caresses. This time is not about negotiating. Whispers are dyeing by laughter.
I need to come back to the place of sins in the most sacred day of the year. I cut her and a red drop was seen until I spliced her again with a second hug even with more affection and desire. It’s not enough. Now I have the amazing duty of moisturizing her bristled skin. From my mind to the paper, from the paper to the screen, from my body to the atmosphere. Feeding her, healthy me, healing us...
... and she will look at me while I look at her on the screen.
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