The line between desire
The reach of the finger, of the breach
Sweat beads leave a tail of remnants, followed by the quake
Run around chasing bread crumbs trailing
Scattered into the cracks liberally
A craving for a sensation
elusive without a tether
Envision a rupture
All these tectonic plates could drift apart
If we don’t fight for it
This double banded voices ripped
When we wind around each other we are eating and regurgitating
What is the connection?
Or our relation?
Are you imprinted on the grooves of memory
Do I affect you as you evoke me?
Or are we a seminal moment only visible to the periphery?
Do we tumble together to an alcove
Break me and bend me omnidirectional
Conceive of a bubble until it bursts
To eventually move on