#1145 - tongue touch

 

1145

19.ii.23

4.50

tongue touch

dream diary

 

we have the no-one-notices kissing

the subtle other finding

nor destination in mind

 

follow along, sneak out after  

some little excuse

a commonplace

 

blood hot with that age

the backyard endless

inner city

brickwork and weed

conversation

you could meet anyone

 

lightning strikes off a first skin

 

love’s business

just tongue touch adventure

 

to the event last scene

 

dark corner least

 

we’d live ourselves the underday

no one counts such hours

 

product of a cocktails of poisons

always escaping a thing

                  none count

 

you’ve never known such a bathroom, flat

sneak in as if nothing then

 

I wash off the dream when I wake

it’s something I’ve written away