Road


You drive. Me on the right front seat.

I get lost in the vast landscape around. I meander. Far away, for a while.

I come back and turn my head towards you.

You don't say a word. Your eyes fixed ahead.

I stretch my hand and caress your back. Then your neck. To banish slumber.

Your right ear next. Its lobe so soft... baby swaddle.

I touch your sternocleidomastoid with my thumb.

The muscle eventually hides under the collar of your shirt.

You are so real.

The sun sets and all of a sudden it rains.

It seems eternal... although a moment in space...

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  1. Daffidd Miha¡love November 29, 2025 at 1:15 AM

    sternocleidomastoid asta da cuvant de reținut.

    Zici ca e o pictura .

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    1. cara forestieriNovember 29, 2025 at 7:51 PM

      Haha, se spune ca e muschiul preferat al studentilor la arte. Poate pentru ca se invata relativ usor. Dai de el la orice portret, ca incepe de dupa ureche si se termina la gaurica aia dintre clavicule. Mai vizibil la barbati, cam ca toti muschii dealtfel.

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