how does one listen to the body? are these eyes
still the same eyes? what was it like before,
where lies the threshold? what
is a quantum of change? is it a double take?
it is like waking up, swimming towards the surface,
or the jolt of a missed stair?
the moment that it becomes inescapable
is the moment when something that always held
first begins to break.
test reality. overlay perceptions
on the upturned palms of lovers.
observe inputs. observe outputs.
when identical stimuli produce
you will know.
how does venom seep away?
perhaps there is only an answer
in the past tense. wait.
First of all her hands.
It would be lazy to call the power in them cruelty
or force. They are soft like the velvet sand of the ocean
floor is soft
and their grasp is strong not with rough will
but with a fierce joy.
These are hands that demand creation,
that dance in the air and glow with an improvisational light
and before you’ve really noticed it you feel
your pulse matching their liquid rhythm.
These hands enthrall with color and pain and
play skin, air, paint with humor and skill.
I would tell her if I dared
that the reason I always thirst for those anemone fingers in my mouth
is not only the way it slams through every nerve
ending in my vibrating body but that
I hope to drink the magic from her hands.
hey, whatcha doing? are these the internets? can I internet too?
This seems familiar…
The fact the dog looks back at him in the last image just sells this.
You are ruining my life and your human is attractive.
I want to date him and his dog
Boyfriend material for real. Not the dog, the dude.
This is basically what my relationship with @MxRoo looks like most of the time.
Asked by snakewife
Totally reasonable. You don’t want to inflict the Cumminging on unsuspecting bystanders. :D But yes! I would like to talk to and see you more! Sometimes I collide with your boyfriend in a professional capacity and that’s pretty neat but maybe we can all hang out!
“Call me Sybil. This part of the story is the part where I break out of my restraints again and rip off my EKG and my IVs. Someone tried to kill me 2 weeks ago and I have a lot of coagulated blood saturating my brain. It makes it hard to communicate with the nurses cuz I seem to stutter, mumble, and when I try to talk, I can’t remember the right words.
You have two speech centers in your brain called Werner and Brocha. One turns thought into language, the other turns words in your head in to speech. They also work the other way turning speech into understanding into thought. If someone smashes an iron pipe in to this part of your brain, which is right next to your left ear, then those functions might get impaired, for months or more.”
I’m a little bit exploding with how excited I am for this fucking book.