swirl it around in your mouth
but don't ever doubt it
for its all around you
your daughters determine
the meaning of mountains
stand upon the fountain
and surround me in your garden
i am smart and lovable
you are untouchable
remorse is a waste of time
your sweat and drainage
create stains in our village
can we make meaning together
if i am made of leather
you are like a feather
you fall to the ground
in a ripe symphony of sound
loud and clear i hear your breath
stake your claim in my namesake
this cake is compliant
with your taste buds
so strut out in public
wearing nothing but a sweater
start to stutter and feel ashamed
these **** nation states
with restaurants and gaming parlors
are basically empty canvases
painted upon by smelly relatives
our ports are biased
and these fires are selfish
her paintings are violet
and feel like velvet to your touch
you melted in my mouth
before i was redirected
you licked your fingers
immediately after they lingered
in your underwear
oh baby these eloquent consequences
are the sweetest elements
denser than your eye-shadow
hope you are ready for the end of the road
for if they form a straight line
will it be mine or another's
open hands and dynamite
reaching through your windows
in a couple of more minutes
we may be able to hear the children
who stand in vulnerable positions
deepening their ideas
for once they are able to speak clearly
weeds are picked from fragile gardens
as standard houses were built in the fifties
and then remodeled again and again
can we create a new vision
for what is abiding is no longer present
the essence is in rhythmic communication
choose intelligence over banquet halls
no more auditoriums please
where grumpy elders
turn feelings into feathers and leaky faucets
they repeat their fading retrospectives
in empty galleries
we all like labeling anomalies
so restring the lyre
for once i hear you
speak of love’s defacement
you untie the laces from your shoes
as sweet scents of unrest
fill this body to the limit
our claims to righteousness
are constantly being contested
by our shadows