Kissing stone
with lips cracked the same,
wishing bones
are split in your name.

We are never tame.

Stuck
like what we eat
in between these teeth.

******,
but it’s so sweet
to be beneath.

We are never tame.

In these veins
Runs river water,
In this wire
of a tongue,
Ice and Fire,
balance dire.

Heaps and mounds
of sand in a pyre.
The sand is the past,
the future is glass,
and the faces we found,
after the blast,
at the tips of our fingers,
like live bumble bees
without any stingers,
Linger.

Kissing stone
with lips cracked the same,
wishing bones
are split in your name.

We are never tame.