Let's roll our tobacco tongues together, a song so pure, the poetry of cosmos. I have a word stuck on my eyelid to love to walk on the lines of your mind. A world created of seismic waves. And this bedsheet witnessing our lovemaking, I have a love song hidden under my blouse, intricate as my palms, detailed full womb of springs. A song, parallel of being A single light. And we suck this night out of the paper straw, this mulberry night of waves and potions. We suck the air making the atmosphere thin and fragile. This galaxy is now plucked from the hands of our infinite words. check out my poetry published on Vita Brevis.