my nose my
mouth
2 of my
senses
are going to move
down
towards the puff
of your
curly cue
warmly
pressed by
new
laundry
beyond the avocado
turned opened
your heart
will be revealed
spinning
inside a cavity
its
own world ready to escape
and describe itself
to my 2 senses
holding back
the touch which is already
happening
as
your hands
clasp
mine
and finally our ears
are opened
together
listening to each other
floating in a
hot tub from Mars
as other planets
look down
and the stars die
just so we can see them shoot
across
and say goodbye to
the
night sky.