hyacinths
and the science of protons
I
Earth's angels in love. Dancing. Landscapes
melting. Raining. Flight of the queen. Protons inside my navel. A science of
beauty.
Leap. Reveal. Kiss me deeper. Movement of
the tongue. Life. Before. Afterwards. Stretch, stretch your arms. Action.
Ghosts again. Lust and fish. Caught inside endless suns. Set free in magic and
prayer. Trust jazz. Mountains around your soft skull. Caves of light. Hyacinths
in her hair, now wet again. Inside a love taxi, in spring. Sleeping. Jokermen.
Truths. Lens. Naked sex spirits. Light through distant trees. Stone dead night.
Warm my eyes. Glittering vagina. Your skin becomes time. I learn to control space
and spaces.
II
When she speaks, the voice falls in
droplets from the fifth dimension, and it's angelic. Light and muscles.
Jungles. Wet roses.
Greens -- Inam Hussain Mullick
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