Shower Thoughts

Eyes are for girls on the street Strolling in late spring Scent's for the trace of perfume On moonlit bare skin Ears are for tuning old strings Before serenades Touch is for shoulders brushing On first movie dates Taste is for ice-cream scoop licks Because of course that it is! Legs are for walking slowly Except when you’ve got to run Lips are for kissing loved ones Except when sealed with sin Hands are for holding on tight Even when they're trembling Hairs are for waving in winds Even when graying and thin Your face is for catching sunlight When you’re breathing in.. - vktr

Days like drafting pages of a book prewritten Each chapter loosely based on those preceding Countless stories plagiarized out of meaning Yellowed soiled paper, footnotes disappearing.. What is there left to author on blank canvas? What are sounds unuttered, colours missing? When even questions such as these have been repeated Could we’ve dreamt up the sky before we’d seen it? Or is this all besides the point the playwright’s making? What if this play has starred its audience from the beginning? Marks predefined, all seats assigned, applause sign blinking.. Whatever the reason behind it, it’s truly an honour to have been invited. - vktr