[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]
