do not speak
Tell me how you love me but tell it to me in increments
Bite-sized expressions of your heart colored like the northern lights.
Dromedaries cross a thousand dunes carrying my beating heart to the oasis of your mouth
Your lips shelter me
The wind rages,
I hear drums and tinkling cymbals.
Your tongue is a masseur in the oasis of your mouth.
Northern star, northern lights, shooting stars
Tell me you love me loud, scream at the full glowing sky.
Dreams are real.