of things metaphysical

To say learned would be in error- rather, reacquainted with something too familiar- too close, that I just barely recognized. I had forgotten my great love for the endless conversation. The deep analysis, intoxicating mind-f***s across grids of black wire. A penetrating gaze of voice and inflection. Some words have fingers like spirits, they can reach through the skin and caress your beating heart. I am wrapped in the most delicate paper. The kind that you are afraid to write on, or destroy its beauty with a hastily scribbled note. Your soul weaves new layers, and I become warm again.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Brilliant. Your descriptions are mesmerizing, and it is as if music is playing to read your words over again. The depth of words, beyond mere pleasure to that which touches soul and spirit; you have done this so well.