Friday, October 7, 2011


I swear your breath feels like a birdsong.
I am looking for shortcuts to your face.
I want to be pen pals with your taste buds.

Please, put this ink in your mouth.
Inscribe your fetish tooth by tooth.
Unloose your alphabet.
Steep in mouthly feelings.

Don't hold hostage the magic in your throat.
My mouth is dancing,
crazy to chase your music.

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