mercoledì 25 novembre 2020

All thoughts fly

Painting Leave a Mark.
🎧 Hammers. Nils Frahm.

His hands are like hammers. Twenty-one million times he got to swing those hammers. On my skin. And below. And it wouldn't be enough. All thoughts fly: hands rubbing against each other, hands that close, hands that open, hands caressing, strong hands that come into the mouth, hands that trace the scars on back… Any fluent perception or clear meaning is made impossible for several minutes, but eventually things come together in a gesture: the shaking of two hands. I can still remember the feelin' of his hand on my skin. But not enough for me anymore. All thoughts fly.

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