when i look at myself...
words and sounds float into the surroundings.
nothing can define self actualisation like the thoughts that are poured into the air from a mouth and heart captured and objectified, speaking through disturbances thwarting sentiment passed along by others who've felt a desire for life.
a decision transcending thought and space. emotion misconstrued as emotion. desire and transmorgification. environs and reaction. reaction and objectification. expression.
when i touch myself...
softness of a heartbeat lulled to a rest creates a moment of life which has grown beyond an instance of death. pulses. a strength as demure as breath.
when i taste myself...
a silence shattered throughout negligence of instinct presses against ripe pores feeding the passion in my blood and body. glands and glans. hands and man.
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