I don’t watch porn.
I listen to music; it
is the music that
makes me feel and
dream of you. And it
is the only thing I need
to feel the pain, feel the
pressure and pleasure.
To survive. The day is
elegant gray, night come
just the same. I think of
you like the rhythms wave.
A twin shadow on the move.
The touch of darkness in
the heart that curls inside
the breath. The music is
like us, the music is a secret.
Bewildered harmony ghost
dancing inside of you, confined
in me.
By Vanessa Matic
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