Fingers.

[Neruda II]

Fingers. They move in places
where words would not be caught,
but dead. The broken letters find a place
between warm skin and cold hearts.
Two bodies with minds that float into a guilt free world,
contort in ways that make me wonder at night.
Bodies smashing together, pounding at words and promises
that were never meant to be rebuilt.
She felt special,
but which girl wouldn't love to be rammed by a handsome
diction.
In a condescending manner, they don't smile, or maybe they do
just to re-assure each other that what they're doing doesn't hurt.
I agree with their motions, it doesn't hurt, it kills.
Dying from curiousity which I use as a dirty paint to
create cynical pictures that no true love should see.
So, while street lights throw a dim aura
through my bedroom window,
I think,
did it feel that good for her?

[Prince Escobar]

Wow...man i really appreciated the simple complexity of this piece, t he picture you painted was very vivid and your imagery was great, though slightly hard to follow upon first reading, upon re-reading this piece the careful placement of your words is really appreciated however upon a third read i wondered, what is the story telling? What i took from it is that these two are "rebuilding" a relationship and counting on having sex to strengthen their bond but it is most likely pre-marital or else it wouldnt be such an evil act. A great story and very, very well told, i was just wondering...was this your point? If so i applaud you and if not i still have to hand it to you that this is indeed...art. elevation is key, 1luv.

[Neruda II]

Thank you alot fresh.

You were close, this story was actually about my ex who cheated on me. I wont go much into detail, maybe after I get some more feed. But I really really appreciate you taking the time to read my work, last time I dropped something, no one read it so I was sort of disapointed, but it's really great how you took the time to not only read it once, but three times.