in between our damp gray breaths streaking upon my pale white cheeks
with an episodic sensation reaching further and further beneath
like flower roots permeating through the garden ground
as if the window to the moonlight has been lit-bound
crescentfold into the night pockets of the mikrocosmos, ethereal
expanding with every kiss sealed upon the water chests
blue deep flowing through the frozen fractals spiraling through the broken air
North wind whispers resonating through the winter palace
bathing my petal lips with the metamorphic touch of your wings
