play.

We stand apart but feel the same, a passion – play of striking eye touch and you make me wary... under your arm I texture life stunning and mysterious.

Your indefinable charm pulls the wool over my eyes and I humbly stay still.

Words vanish beneath our expectations and I am incarcerated in a circuit.

There is no a persistent physical link between us but a perpetual motion which makes my desire very rapid from admiration…to adoring contradictory love.   

Tousle my hair and crash resistance. I am here and I am longing for the fight.

Agnes. 

Indian summer.

Foolish heart of mine despairingly counting the days till I see you again and a mild longing for your occurrence strangle the will to keep calm. 

Childlike I vision to get through the time and space, to embrace everything around you and for a second ...oh, just for a slight flash to be the femme fatale holding your imperceptible arm.

My credulity keeps me alive. 

J.Prohorenkova

Agnes.