Like shattered glass all pain falls
Upon my chest into the flesh...

Dark moist pupils staring at loving eyes
Compelling soft little hands to pass over...

His tongue has sturdy bumps
On from which they descend...

Stillness kills curiosity,
yet fascinates the human mind...

His sturdy hands work through
the stiffness of his art...

Warmth...
from pressed lips...

Might I be hallucinating love?
Just putting a face to the man in my dreams...

I won't say
That it was fate that we met...

All it took was a cloth over his face
to send daggers through my heart...

Who...?
Who...

Sitting, talking
Clock tick tocking...

Disk of white, like a tusk in the sky
lingers between the canopy...