We compress every feeling
into a smile—a rainbowed
universe painted across the
crescent of our mouths,
because the cosmos fits
between two lips and the

world unfurled— at the
curve of a divine mouth.

You placed that long,
humming conduit in me
and I jolted, a surge in the
dam, my limbs stuttering
like loose wires, no rhythm,
no balance —just current.

My body answered—  
before I did.

Sometimes love sits stagnant—
like excess water in a wide
flower ***.
Other days, it’s just enough
for tender roots on a balcony,
absorbed and quietly drunk.

It swells and thins like a tide
beneath the surface—
shaping what grows above.