200.

Caressing the plains
of fractured screams release, as
you eat my soul in

every desperate
cry, passed between the fragile
meeting of our mouths.

199.

Heat's trembling motion
convulses the air in sharp
gasp's thrusting spasms.

198.

Here, our bodies curved
into the hollows of each
other, is soft love.

197.

You confound me in
soft whispers that braille tender
nuances in hushed

tones which mark, ever
so indelibly with the
weight of your body.

196.

Trying to find new
chambers to carve into the
fired synapses

of this idea's soft
memory on the canvas
of our heart's contours.

195.

On the cycle of
passion repeats, in this slow
motion dance of limb's

synchronicity
across the divide of our
spent capillaries.

194.

As upwards, piece-by-
piece, we move together and
through one another.

193.

Ensuring that one
can no longer even un-
-tangle the barest

of thoughts without the
cacophony of feelings
reverberating.

192.

Where even the choice
of direction in limbic
systems become changed.

191.

Wrapping the mood of
each slow movement across the
framework of this scene.

190.

Here we jump start the
static electricity
of our skeletons,

until the atoms
inside learn how to tandem
with their own mirrors.

189.

Our bodies meeting
to try and match the machines
of heart's together.

188.

Where, together, our
eyes show that nothing matters
beyond the glint of

ivory tusks in
the moonlight, just waiting for
two mouths to press close.

187.

A discography
in motion, set with you stand-
-ing upon the press.