The Nymphomaniac Mime

fingers on the move
confused fingers zigzagging in an air ocean
frozen fingers seconds after the cracking noise

Fingers that pinch and that give birth to deaf shrieks.

Crossed fingers among binded bent hands
muzzled wrists, strangled between phalanxes.
Hands that were sewn up to other hands
Invisible walls drawn by open naked hands
Skin walls blessed by a nails ceremony
Infrasonic screams and crawls, Silent shouts that dont want to be listened to.

Abduced by some ethereal wires to an alien arm
innocent tackle in some jigsaw bondage puzzle

Silence
two people staring at each other
leg on ankle, hand on elbow
No one speaks
Growls written in Braille, the accupuncture paradigma
Invisible twister cage, for some deaf, blind and mute twins

Distorted image, Corrupted mimicry
Face to Face in a mirror to mirror way
Joints that make whispers as some way of expression
Sweating and Mydriasis as unintended intentions

Invisible frontiers as unbreakable barriers
The index finger points at me while the thumbs stab me
i knock into your Wall, but you dont answer my call
So i clap with agony to the illogical joke

Mimes, here we are, among artists and clowns,
malabarists without balls.
Touch as our language
we only love in sign language