Wednesday July 6, 2016
When I touch you; Peter Ilyanov
Me and you create a secret language of only vowels and speak it when we’re in public. Only we know what we’re saying. There’s power in that. It’s no surprise that I fall in love with you over “o” and “a”, the soft shape of pursed lips, a kiss somewhere behind there.
Some people make fun of us, we hear them cackling or whispering.