Tentacles

I love the sound of clock
(sometimes it goes faster though)
it’s like your heart

I love the smell of wine
sweet and takes me into dream
it’s like your kiss

I love the soft snow
fragile and melts into mine
it’s like your hand

I can’t see a thing
your shining hair
nor your deep eyes
nor your red cheeks I can’t see

but I know

Your sound
Your smell
Your feeling

but I still don’t know

Your taste

Tentacles

Midori Nishioka

Joined August 2008

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This is 100% fiction. I’m not writing about anyone.
Makes me think of the movie “Perfume”

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