Shivers

He contoured me in a sudden insomnia, outlined my fingers, one by one, as if he admired the mold and drew my corps with the tips of his fingers, with a delicate venom. Scribbled me slowly, weighing on my body. My eyes blossomed asdrowsiness, I closed my eyelids, through’hesitation, and paused for a moment.

Every space has its transition, as every period has its wander. That time and space nestled ’waiting for me, and I strolled on other sites, on other compasses.My mouth agape, the only existence there was the rooming of his tender hand,which pervaded throughout my flesh - neck, dorse, breasts, hair, lips and lids.

When I opened my eyes slowly-flutter, I was looking down, towards my bare feet: I, like coming into the world, nude, deflowered the silence of a self, throughan acute ephemeral and elusive,uncontrollable crying, to the trembling of my body, unconscious joy.

It was then that I realized that I did not know what was real indeed, what spacewas accurate, and what compass was precise. And finally, I did not even know the difference between simply feeling and the fluttering insanity