Come kiss me.

I will put away my teeth for you.

I will find the softest part of my skin and let you touch it.

I will not be hard or walled up.

I am spinning around myself and talking in foreign tongues.

So I can find a way to tell you-

I am hurting but I am still enough.

Superfluous
can't feed the soul
if you starve to death
it has its place
as all things do
but is it simple luxury?

a change
happens
by moods
not otherwise…