The touch of skin on skin gave me a race of heart, yes;
Someone told me you loved me
And I felt a twinge of vanity-
I am no one.
I am nothing but a flake of sand on saturated soil.
You are wonderment;
Form and face and hands and heart and mind-
Listening to: She and Him.
Reading: A Clockwork Orange (again.)
Drinking: Earl Grey Tea.