viernes, 28 de mayo de 2010

Our senses rise while our cities tumble

Cars are whistling, traffic lights winking, seconds expiring, noisy sounds flowing

My eyes ramble your moles...

Soles click-clacking the pavements, thoughts pacing up and down, and mouths wooing lips

...My tongue wrinkles your heart

Secrets dropping in puddles, smiles winding down words, roads grumbling because it's monday

My hands draw our nights...

Whispers tangling feelings, heartbeats burying memories, and a peaceful blue sky

...Your smell lingers on my sheets

Tunes lying to emotions, worries devouring time, speed feeding nerves

Your voice tinkles my ears...

1 comentario:

  1. no me puedo aventurar a la escritura en ingles. don't know why