The curve of your eyelashes undresses the god in me and folds me into sinewy layers of desire and then … You grin at my discomfort. Damn you.
The sea, my faithful lover, undulates my genuine fear and resentment towards shellfish and sharks.
Madness contours your supple lips stifled only by the last unsorted uneased thought-duties to humaness and civility – mother forgive me I am a mere beast behind a faltering rampart.
Yet, how your thoughts echo mine in the dark gets to me, like a cluster of cosmic woes crowding and questionning my purity…
While my gaunt silhouette waltz with your light in a bottomless silence, I believe I can see the summer end and myself with exactitude.
the sieve and the sand 
i flatter at my own risk indeed. dont tell me what to do or i do it.
this is what i’m talking about.
brilliance.
more more more.
especially when its about the beast inside of us ripping us apart to get out…
reminds me of the Nacho Libre quote (although I’m not sure why… it’s really unfitting), “do you remember tonight when the crowd was screaming my name and i used my strength to rip my blouse”?”
nearly completely unrelated… but it was the beast… longing to be freed… the liberation de nacho
Yes!