{our world}
body proudly on display
in deafening darkness,
movement
only white noise and silhouettes
the frequency of colour.
day and night,
the same thousand recycled faces.
all desire is pain.
white as death, saturating
skin on skin, warmer than
the equator's blue
in ultra violet
our world is movement
strobe lights and a rush of crimson
to the head.
-satisfy me
YOU ARE READING
in your world
Poésie:: you were lost in your world and i couldn't find the way in my own ::
