i couldn't sleep last night. it was your mouth
and i touched the lines of your mouth, drawing it as if it
came
out of my own hand, as if for the first time your mouth was slightly
opening
and all i do is close my eyes to undo it all and begin again,
the mouth
that my hand chooses on your face that probably coincides
perfectly
with your mouth.
and then you're looking at me, more closely, each time closer and
closer and
then we play Cyclops and our big eye crumbles as if our mouths were full of
flowers. breathing and confusing.