WRXXT from Misophonia by inkmink

There's something about the word "wrist" that makes me wish
I had you
holding mine in your hands, pulling me off the bed
toward you -
twisted covers 'round my legs and smiles on both
of our faces.
The way you push your tongue into my mouth would put my dumb heart through its paces.

I can feel my heart sink further down into my empty chest.
Your body's just an apparition and your picture's between
two pages, pressed.
I know you think I am not handsome; I think you think I know
you do.
And if you asked me to do anything I think I know you know
I would for you.

Your wrists hold hands - hold your hands, hold your hands.
My wrists hold hands - hold my hands, hold cold hands.

• Electronic
• ambient
• experimental
• Maine