like a flight of birds.

From under

your chin, along

your pearling

darkness grazes upon

the riverbed of my bare


among the wrecks,

all the shivers

outbloom and flow.
In the cosmos

of my spine

darkness waters

your seeds
and they grow,

out of the darkness.
And all the shivers,

they draw

my head back

by the hair
as a light ivory


over our skins

freeing your breasts
like a flight

of birds,
sudden and lush,

and they fill
the air

with whispers

on the face,
out of the darkness.














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