senses high enough to be heard:
the silhouette steps by the door
and I can hear the heart beat
hesitating

I guess there is the night I should remember
that night of emptiness
and delight
you,scrutinizing me
and listening the raindrops falling
apart

then she entered the space unbounded
like my teeth that apple of sorrow
taking the bait of silence

and that neverending flow of conscious dreams