Corollary

Give me/ something

perhaps i got caught between your silk fingers, gently throwing the vomit away, petals of lips brushing away, swaying like thunders. perhaps, i slipped into you before time, before spring could collapse on my belly, time sticks too many collection. i am bloodlust, caffeine on the stove, incensed. expanding like perforated sky only to melt

melting inside your mouth

i do not hallucinate time and your levitating skin bluish words, bluish eyes of Meraki, i count the scars on the nape of your neck infinite scalds of heaven pulling life backwards and forwards. You have an impatient mouth sundial beds of petunia faltering sheets of sunbathed sheets, you prick my lips like a landslide