Thursday, May 7, 2009

18 PAINTED FACES. 18 IN WHITE.



It was like sharing our skins touch. 
Laying in somebody else's mind. 
The moment of naked lights fading right through my eyes. 
I felt stranger to his body. 
The textures so different. 
Following each vein to final ecstasy. 
Strong newness in your human taste. 
we release. 
    It was like delicate noise.

the female zoo