69

She was caught unaware.
His hands were so cold
and he told her he had the hots for her.

He took her hand
after he proclaimed his affection
and she shivered in delight.
This was going great.
Wasit love he saw in her eyes?

68

Carefully applying the red.
One dot at the time.

The brush being used
is the smallest you could find.
A point no larger than a needles tip.

One dot after the other
creating a pattern
not to be seen.
One red dot after another
on a canvas not to be explained.

The focus of the muse is vibrant
the slightes tremble causes a flood of sweat
dripping from the forehead
through the eyebrows.
While the artist paints
one red dot after the other.
Not knowing what awaits his eyes.

67

Slowly the hand approaches,
fingers relentlesly aiming for the button.

So bright and red
the button is.

The hand has reached its goal.
The button.
The owner of the hand knows what it must do.
The hand acting as the extention
of the owners mind,
presses with the indexfinger
with just the right amount of pressure needed.
And the button is pressed.
It has fulfilled its purpose.
And everything ends.

66

There are silver specks of sand
in the corner of your eyes.
There are golden drops of saliva
glistening on your lower lip.
Diamonds reflect with perfection
in the iris of your eye.

Your face painted with the most soothing
nuances of red and blue
and purple and pink.
Your nails carefully made shiny like
they were covered in mother of pearl

You want to look precious
costly and high maintenance.

You look cheap.

65

You are famous
Big in japan as they say
Answer their questions
Smile like a madman
Live up to their expectations
Dare to live the dream

64

I see it in my eyes
as I look at myself
in a mirror.

It is clear.
I am ready.
Even thoug there is so many things
that speaks against it.

My heart says "Go"
There is a warm sensation
when I throw caution aside
and accept
that I already made up my heart
and my mind just have to tag along.

63

Crawling up my back.
Smiling under my skin.
Needlesharp claws
turning my muscles into twisted nests.

Agony comfortably resting in the curve of my back
lying there waiting to be disturbed.

Flossing with my nerves
stretching out the tissue like an illfitting sweater
and biting in my spine
hungry for the marrow within.

I can only imagine.