Removed from the known, infant recipes of death-like attractions,
Long, straight, luminous, unspeakably desirable, rainbow-like sounds that lead to the only place I'd like to find warmth,
[...'come inside' , 'enter slowly, 'open old door', produce sounds of high intensity'...]
Deep in the core,
In the most mysteriously triangular phenomenon,
covered in pure salt,
pure and lonely sweetness,
Covered in embracing amounts of unlimited, unconscious forms of energy that spring from rarities,
from the nothingness of constant desires,
From the darker side of what propels light from eyes, of what ignites fires in lips, what makes one shiver, shine, illuminate unconsciously, unwillingly, unknowingly, irresistibly,
One day I saw a white cat,
Tomorrow I'll see a black one,
Arrestingly hot feet,
The feet of a lifetime of drawing, research, re-thought,
The bleeding looks,
The bleeding greenish eyes that innocently pierce through timeless touch...
