Do I live here?
deep between the ripening caves of your teeth,
or the rips of soft flesh on your lips,
where I can fly within your bloodsteam, explore the cells and explode the angry immigrants.
Airborne visitors.
ring the doors of your iris and build a home in your bones,
I can make myself all half of you:
beating between heartbeats.
I can convince your brain never to end, or explore the terrors of the world,
keep you safe and live forever.
I can hear bears inside these caves, we will dance forever to the wild hum inside you,
playing drums and eating fruit.
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 9:42 AM UTC
Do I live here?
deep between the ripening caves of your teeth,
or the rips of soft flesh on your lips,
where I can fly within your bloodsteam, explore the cells and explode the angry immigrants.
Airborne visitors.
ring the doors of your iris and build a home in your bones,
I can make myself all half of you:
beating between heartbeats.
I can convince your brain never to end, or explore the terrors of the world,
keep you safe and live forever.
I can hear bears inside these caves, we will dance forever to the wild hum inside you,
playing drums and eating fruit.
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