"tempt not a desparate man" MOVEMENT STOPS THIS DREAM AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO START AGAIN" sandy hands in waters cry, its like a shedding of a second skin, except more lucid and lustful. With hands touching heart and scars. It's a rushing fear of growing older. I havent been there before but these beaches and bodies and movements reflect me in dreams. i cant remember the last time ive seen you, but i know the first held such power in a sleepy eyed romeo, whos mouth would not befall ( love ) this Juliet's. and i had feverish interludes with your friends, disregarded and left alone to bawl and beg for help but now beach waters hold clean that and moon on bay, behind trees certain ears mayn't pry, you've easily left something inside of me. Its water and temptation with my immaculation so far from earth that i tried to reach and put stars at your feet with my neck back, bristled with a romeo mouth and gold-colored hair. Ive fallen into waves and this natural intoxication. tomorrow would let it disolve and my sickness lost in waves because your health was left inside of me. Let us not remember our hands colliding in water, with wide eyes and permanent fears. I wouldn't see my heart come out from your chest. Water, Water and that's where we stay, to be forgotten and washed away. --KVAN