Care

This is a hand on your back is a wish I place I promise like sugar choosing oblivion breaking in water this is the slowest molecule the smell of time when it exhales forever lips on your forehead humming sealing solace

Within the salty peaks of dawn, the wind exhales lost syllables. Bug-eyed light skips angels once we pitch into the sea. Anticipation sinks into drops, disappears into the sour scent of smoke.Æiasis. I abandon my name to forge a sensuous code, teach my own tongue flirtations.Each pause in speech a possibility: a new so-called word where fierceness gathers strength. Watch how light rewires itself, weaving spectral abandon into the calendar of Golems. Language, mutable city: where do I live? Perhaps in that trembling moment salt washes over lips Damian ran away from.