night still

the night still resonates on my ears.

a special trick under the sleeves and I'm under the sheets, bare as the night.

or maybe under the night, bare as i could be, saying everything, anything really.

that is the sound of attraction.

and all the impression that can be made.

the secretive charm of just being natural. my understanding of what is natural is a big nothing, but i like enjoying it without even noticing it. realising it later, when it's too late.

12 minutes to my dreams of surreality, wishes made walking by a strange crowd, fake stars were lights and everything else could've been a big adventure.

the touch on the skin was actually a test of resistance i was ready to lose. another minute close to chaos, close to surrender, i'd become just skin, just tension, desire, no reason, no reason at all.

a good night still. playing on repeat now.