intimate exchange, a critical distance
it could be miles
or mm
we are always collapsing away from complexity
imagine a world
where we do not collapse into any roles
where we are the 'logical' expression of our will
the window [open]
the body [filled with desire, trembling]
[hot] blonde
pornographic expressing
desire is reduced to fractions
the knife is cutting, jack the ripper
reduce, reduced
everything is about fetishes
toys, pets, perversions, drugs.
we desire total love, express [unedited]
a continuum [feedback]
process chaos
unfigured by tedious compromise
imagine flesh giving, forgiving
surrendered
liquid blue eyes
elements of fracture
we are all failing
dreams too precious
pinched lines of frustration
failing to realise
desire is bloody and old
we are in a war
we are always in a war
to realise ourselves
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