VOLUME ONE
Devils Roll The Dice

I could offer it all, my brine-shrimp skin, how the light passes through but never catches. Want has never calcified nor has cut me. I have only ever been wanted as an echo. I have only ever desired reflections and half-lives. Test down the walls only if you can see a future where our hearts are shared in breastbone, twin beat, dual melody. Drum-sounds, skin-struck with the way the heart unfurls, expands like a banner of desire. I want you like you invented hunger. I wish for you like you invented poetry.

Is there a word better than holy when you look as so?

--- from exit, pursued by cupid by k.c.c cramm

SEASON ONE / PRE-SHIBUYA ARC