Touch Therapy - 1

As sanskrit simmers upon the splintered mind of savaged souls the evolution of emotion eloquently enters the environ of your vulnerable virtue, entreating the crying heat of your heart to hasten no more towards the shadow of shame, Her Shadow sang the sorrow of a suppressed sweetness, a love forbidden in the phobia of the world's dervishing dystopia, sanctuary was not in her heart, it belonged in her heated nerves the expressway of uncompromised courage, Her Shadow knows how her skin sweats when the Damned dismiss her love, Shadow knows how her eyes sting from anything mean to her sincerity, her Shadow holds her tears in hands of ivory, fantasizes that rage is beauty... J.A.B. 2023