If you have never closed your eyes and savored
the taste of the sound of the stars in your mouth,
rolled them around, each vanilla twinkle and every
yellow sprinkle reminding you
Today is the day that life begins
then you must not have lived
a day in your life,
no?
I was built to spill the ink from my veins onto your bleached frame
and tattoo the hidden swirls and contours of my mind on your margins.
With a twist and a curly-Q I carve my secrets in between
your light blue capillaries.
You are made of white gold miracles.
Hold my hand and lead me to God.
