We should smile and let the metal flow
Deeper into our beating homes
Otherwise the mornings will begin
To hurdle with unopened moons.
You are my marigold drum
Facing the leopard sky beneath
My dreams.
We should liquid into each other’s
Wordless and close our breathes;
Inseam our yes to open chests
and corrupted chokes.
Hearts of rain pulsate in
Fever and our bodies have
Left the war.
Our mouths are closed
Our smiles are free
Our palms are facing
The smoked sunrise lids.
