Oblivious, you’ve taken control once again, oblivious. You’ve twisted my head. Like a thief in the night, you crawl, and you creep, like a drug. You flow through my veins. You are my poison, the hands at my throat, you are mockery, and you never think twice. You are like candy, in the face of a child. You’re a cold and turbulent tide. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly; it must have been my life. Bound and chained in this desert of pain, addicted and I’m back for more. Obsessive trips from the brush of your lips, enslave me, assume, and destroy. Blow wind blow. So foggy and cold, twist my arm, place a chill in my heart. I welcome you back through the hole in my head to the place where we break beauty down. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly; It must have been my life. You against my body. Your grip on my world. You against my body, your touch moves me so. Burning bright reality tends to make my life so dim. To hide the truth, we must add mood lighting. Each man kills the thing he loves. Blow wind blow. So foggy and cold. Twist my arm, place a chill in my heart. I welcome you back through the hole in my head, to the place we break beauty down. You against my body. You inside of my mind. You were holding something tightly. It must have been my soul. You against my body. Your grip on my world. You against my body, your touch, it moves me so. Don’t leave. I can’t breathe without you. Your touch moves me so.
words by j. wilson
photograph by ketut subiyanto
john wilson 