Today, you wonder what I want from you. --Nothing but your nakedness.
I want to see how your face consumes the sun. I want to see the particular thrust of your arms when they stretch toward the horizon.
I want to see the symbols you fire at the effect-end of electric charges, the spikes scratched by your conceiving machine, the stories you believe, and the action you etch because of them.
I want to see how your face consumes the sun. I want to see the particular thrust of your arms when they stretch toward the horizon.
I want to see the symbols you fire at the effect-end of electric charges, the spikes scratched by your conceiving machine, the stories you believe, and the action you etch because of them.
