Future Noises

Non-harmonic energies intertwine,
our lips pressed against each other
like a child on glass.
Funny faces, little giggles.
Innocence no more,
not after that night.
Bodies moving.
Withering as if in pain
but in pleasure.
Melting into each other,
my mind
my soul
is now ours.
Future noises,
dreams
rush threw me when I hear those words.
Its like a childhood vision,
from a magazine,
an old movie.
Black and whites.
A glamour star,
perfectly planned out love affairs,
that end in words.
Scrolling just scrolling
black on white like the colors
of their skin.
Not ours.
We create colors together,
We create the world.
We create love.