Sweet as you

Sweet. As you. As drowning in your eyes, thinking what the hell was she saying…deep water…unable to focus on the streamline of the story…wanna breathe…smiling like an idiot caught on one’s own thoughts…drowning. And just before your lungs burst and you feel the flames inside your chest longing for air, just at that moment you realize…well after all…it is not so bad to drown. Comfortably floating on the cloud of vibrations you enter every single time of proximity. No exceptions. Court should order me to keep within a safe distance of this cloud. Of you. But there is no court. There are not even laws to be obeyed. Just space. And in this space, the closer you get, the more vibes tremble through your body, mostly spine to say, forming an arch that sends small spikes of both unbelievably pleasant and unavoidably guilty grains that –if you let them catch you off guard – knit  with your tissue thus forming fabric that you can only wear…at the bottom of the sea.

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