i have written in my belly, a thing for you, your name that clamours this wall. i have it preserved into my bones, these skeletons of dark bowl. ah! your voice, eccentric, atoms of atoms. you blink, and i am basket of sunsets. this life is a point of conversation. with you, i skip this life. a word that flutters still, like a pill. you, my darling create a tremor, with spaces white as snowflakes. i slip into you, a swirl of art.