the world is twirling around my head as if on rollers
and the cosmos is skin-tight against your mouth,
so if the flowers seeped through from our hands like water on dirt,
i'd lie and catch the sparks between my thumb and index.
the world is twirling around my head as if on rollers
and the cosmos is skin-tight against your mouth,
so if the flowers seeped through from our hands like water on dirt,
i'd lie and catch the sparks between my thumb and index.