b/w.

[rewiiired]

Her eyes reached out through another
black-and-white photograph, tickling your brain
with a creepy and beautiful feeling.

It felt like your secrets.
It felt like you were in arm's reach of an
ancient place right on the tip of your subtle tounge.

Feeling her love, her pain, feeling how
she feels so damn strange, and to read her words
and then be suprised when they reinforce
your initial assumptions...

Find that she's got her feet on the same
sun-baked desert that called out to you over the years,
screaming it's thirsty for something,
but you just can't hear.

Her eyes reached out through another
black-and-white photograph, from skin to soul
for her you're head over heels,

another childish admiration,
another infantile crush, another
fucking fixation, over-identification,
poetic words of hers to the world and you lust

for just a sip of that mind behind those eyes
for just a taste of the skin to saturate and pacify
from skin to soul, from skin to soul, from outside
to the eyes to all the secrets that hide deep inside,

Her eyes, I felt them reach out
from skin to the soul, from the skin to soul,
from flat shadows to dimensional technicolor
the shattered's brief glimpse of the whole.

 

[katmeow]

for just a sip of that mind behind those eyes
for just a taste of the skin to saturate and pacify
from skin to soul, from skin to soul, from outside
to the eyes to all the secrets that hide deep inside,

I really liked this section

I think this could work well as song lyrics.