Vorochta 5

Where Dreams Are Dreamt.

Migraine of Sand

yumado | November 2, 2009

When you talk to me,
You smile at me,
You touch my hand,
Setting in motion a chain of chemical reactions.
We get intimate,
Creating bonds of obsession.

Hard Drive Crash

conetiquette | November 2, 2009

Our lips first meet as you lay me down.
Carefully you brush my neck with a tender touch.
My tongue intwines with yours as life rushes all throughout my body.
Your curious hands make their way down to my chest.
It is more than I can take.

Axis of Symmetry

yumado | November 2, 2009

I watch them interact in silence.
Like celluloid images.
Their counterparts so loud.
Barriers of sound,