[we’re in the womb of the same mother

Sheltered in the guts of the goddess of pleasure

but really I’m just with myself

listening to the whispers of my mind

feeling them like hot steam of my breath

they fade away

drooling on my spine

i discover nervous connections

this is just me now

in my own bed of ashes

i just burnt

my ugly thoughts consumed

my dirty desires quenched

my cells quiver

i could be the wood in the fire

but i’m more like the golden glitter

of a party i’m having with myself

but wait, you are here too

you are the silver

ashes and fire

warm and sweaty

you can stay here i don’t mind you]