In Touch…

I’m always in touch with the warm blue blood, coursing through my veins, feeding every part of my screaming body.

In case you’re wondering, I’m in touch with the secret other, there’s a frequency in the air waves, prompting The stroke of of my pen.

I can read that look in your eye, making its way from your face, telling me things that your words want to say.

Im detecting the tone of your voice, vibrating from your throat, revealing a different meaning, than your words intended.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s