your face crushed like the petals
The meadows are perfect, this side of the moon. There are paperclips to fasten onto the ankles of sight the enamel pierced body.
The seas in your arms multiply like waists. Like waists are the multiform coastlines. Like waists are the fill-out forms for transforming your eyesight. Like sip-thin waists is your country lying beside us. And like a pair of waists is the lampshade at sunset.
Inside your scent a hollow river. Yours is the beautiful lettering under the eyebrows. Eyes like lychee skins casting us ruins.
The seas in your arms multiply like waists. Like waists are the multiform coastlines. Like waists are the fill-out forms for transforming your eyesight. Like sip-thin waists is your country lying beside us. And like a pair of waists is the lampshade at sunset.
Inside your scent a hollow river. Yours is the beautiful lettering under the eyebrows. Eyes like lychee skins casting us ruins.