I never imagined it would be like this, to be desired. I feel like that painting of Icarus, falling into the sea. How perfectly UNHINGED; one's senses spilling over. Through a layer of muck and malnourished intimacy; through my family and inner world, left gaping strangely at such a PEACOCK VICTORY. What a swift change... What constitutes desire in the clumsy arena of our lives?...
The effect of the light from the street shines through our bedroom window. And I am lost - lost in her breaths, like the soughing of Icarus's sea; unsilenceable, ruinous, PERFECT.
I never imagined it would be like this, to be desired. I feel like that painting of Icarus, falling into the sea. How perfectly UNHINGED; one's senses spilling over. Through a layer of muck and malnourished intimacy; through my family and inner world, left gaping strangely at such a PEACOCK VICTORY. What a swift change... What constitutes desire in the clumsy arena of our lives?...
The effect of the light from the street shines through our bedroom window. And I am lost - lost in her breaths, like the soughing of Icarus's sea; unsilenceable, ruinous, PERFECT.
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