My feet are pavement

My hands are stonewalls

My eyes are all dirty melting snow

My mouth is a passway to your ears

The words echoing in the cave of your mouth are my thoughts passed with a warm tongue

They are warm just like my tongue

People are cars smashing me from my path, thumping their elbow-wheels in my sides

I m pressed against those grey walls

Then they are not walls but your hands

Your fingers feeling my skin through all the covers

Send cold shivers all over my stomac and back

I m desintegrating over a stonewall

Oh, i feel it

Yes, its my cells against your fingertips

Fingers

You are all fingers

Fingers all over my back and all over my thoughts

I ll kiss the stones i ll kiss these cold fingertips

I ll lick your thoughts and your eyelids to make your eyes look at me warmer

You are kissing me from the inside and it feels painfully good

I m a sonewall i am your hands i am my own hands these hands are choking me so i could feel better

I feel free