Wednesday, November 5, 2008


I found your taste gliding in and out of me.
Almost unaware of my surroundings 
I wake up in the middle of the night 
finding myself playing with my hands. 
Gestures of slow caress against one another.
soothing rough skin. 
Taking myself to another level of extreme dream
we both lay infatuated.
infatuated by the visions of hands. 
hands moving to sudden changes in sign language. 

the female zoo