The Base 10

Hammer through my belly

Not dressing

no curtain bangs

sewing cells

Howling with the wolves

is the love

so tired?

still

I grab every word you say

with my eyes

under the wheels

a never-ending stream of portals

I fell over one

skin still healing

red is the colour of the truth

true is the moon ( moon speaks)

I choose the days to bleed

I choose to swallow

ruled by you

my skin shouts

for hips to be hugged

to win my body

I scream the sun rays

in the never-ending touch

without touching

I can be with you still

hugging myself with the words

looking at you sleeping

walking

sleeping

half asleep

humble

so humble

ruled by the moon

ruled by the sun

in the longest

cycle that entices

solstice created

by post-coital chats