I feel the warm air from your lungs burst on my face like a
feel your claws possess me with strange energies.
hearts spasm on the same beat.
discordant rythym of long extinct tribes.
We speak in tongues.
dead words with no meaning.
A dance of jerks and soaring
wind blows the sweat from our bodies.
Mingled oils of conflicting skins.
We fly briefly
Break into foam and the world absorbs us,
molecules formed anew.
I breathe sounds into your ear
That only you know the meaning of.
Does Fate blow through the alleys of the city
shimmering softly in currents of air?
does it touch the bodies of strangers and
bring them together?
Or is our union merely a traffic accident of attraction...
In a place of no time.
Before Time began,
Who were we?
Did our spirits mingle?
Or were they the same?