mixed tape

Less talk more write

Edited flirtations grace the stillness of aloneness

Love is passed casually through cellular channels

A dissemblence of touch leave thumbs contorted

Love is blind I guess

A soft sigh leaves us laughing

Planned fornication lends to throws of passion

Ashing this cigarette makes me feel young

And I need to remember sometimes that I am

Age is a state of mind I’ve been told

Pleasure seeks to activate memory

Delving deeply into the coil

Sharing love songs we dance til dripping

Flashing notes that travel distance

Sound capitulates the moment

Laughter escapes lips moist with liquor

Echoed whispers through fallen leaf song

Leave them all behind he bellows

It was then she knew it was all a dream

A story she read in the paper this morning