broken wrist handshake
broken wrist handshake i will not talk to you. drum beat pops. i wanted to dance with you. privately. visualize. plum toned lights in a flesh toned room. stripping stories stepping with you. out. in a public place. a locked look. cemented iris. painting my body using tones of your gaze. washing away. i smiled beneath bare illumination while i was awake again. 3am pace. what i adore. no questions asked. a joy, i saw - innocence. i break....