from my hand
Intricate- The guts of an old fashioned clock.The face, the hands, the breath, the life- Chime =time.
Enmeshed- lip to lip
tongue wrapped around tongue- against the wall- Your hands pin mine like a crucifix ....of love
Tortured- 1/2 of a heart ...alone, blue, ethereal, frail
driving silently like a specter- clenched knuckles against the steering wheel
Pink fringed with cream skin
Open- touch- taste- smell- feel
silver stars in my head.
(i took this photo yesterday...i was in the shower at the park)