Art isn't dead, it's endangered.

art is something dreamed up with

passion,

created and cultivated with

talent,

and sent into the world with enough

opinion

to be
thought-provoking

this is what loneliness sounds like

the pulse of my heart
is the
beat
in the wordless song
of
silence

My mind is infected - so I make my thoughts my focus instead of ignoring them

Silence beats out a steady, drumming tattoo,

pulsing.

Two hearts keeping time

a disjointed rhythm of

intaking gasps.

the pressure of skin on skin

(seductive,

enticing)

the taste pervades deep enough to linger

(inebriating and

erotic)

His fingertips trace patters on her back,

her waist,

her shoulders,

leaving fiery trails burned into her flesh in their wake.

(sensual,

breathtaking)

Eyes meet and slip into a red darkness,

lips connect slightly tilted, off-center, leaving flaming teasing imprints, leaving delirious.

Bodies align in the glow of desire,

where attraction

meets passion.

(addicting,

consuming.)