Like you’re about to be kissed…Like you’ve seen the directionplotted your points…
She saw fireworks light up the sky
Whispers and Wails
Fallen fig darkens
Did you seethe way the cloud stretched overto embrace that mountainin erotic hug
I feel like smashing my face through the window, like grazing the shattered edges with the tip of my finger…
Up into the flesha balloon rips through the airpain explodesstands for a moment like
The audience is
in on the scene: they decide what comes next