between the lampshade of lips and my porcelain lips i carry your honeycombed shadow like a lust covered body, screaming in rose love i have a reason to lick your face, your breaths in ways flickering Beneath the mole of my chin, a night rests it slithers a square black fit like an earthquake, an earthquake Metaphors of sun and moon lies in my womb, my place of sanity inside me choking with your love a surreal slip of owls & hunters clambering unearthed lilies You are blue. You are grey. You are colourless. Mine. i have a reason or two to bite your pages, the books of love Phantom protrusion of amnesia. Pills of intoxication Bay of Bengal splashing my bosom drop by drop, with chills neurotic A wasp breaths and moans slitting a thread. I have my reasons, darling to love you. Ambrosia twirls like a cocktail thick mouth swarming of dreams, filling the cracks, the walls, the ceilings, the mouth the feverish body. I have a thousand reasons darling to love you now.