Talk is Talk
Missed Connections in Brooklyn
Talk is Talk
Never mind your Reveal.
All illusions
So grandiose
Shrink down…
I want to hold you.
Tripping the pavement
Racing to blur the movement
No heavy hand on my shoulder…
I want to be alone with you.
There’s nothing.
There’s nothing.
A shift
My sex, sighing…
Where would we begin?
NOTE FROM THE MISSED CONNECTIONS CHIEF BOTTLE FINDER:
Sometimes I find a message that strikes me as beautiful, but after reading and re-reading I still don’t know what it’s all about! It’s almost as if it’s a string of individually romantic phrases that somehow don’t quite fit into one cohesive piece. But that’s just me… perhaps you see something different!
This is gorgeous!
Glad you liked it!