Something moving across my neck
A smile a threat desire disease
anything will end up same when the head is turned
feeling again the sun burning skin or the snow
would it be day or night
one more day one more hour one more second
dancing
Poetry
Something moving across my neck
A smile a threat desire disease
anything will end up same when the head is turned
feeling again the sun burning skin or the snow
would it be day or night
one more day one more hour one more second
dancing