Bulgarian tobacco
Christian axioms
erased
melt me in tremours
Bitter coffee
feels
birth balcony
from dry leaves
from dry leaves
Time jokes
burning silk
on nose wiffs
Your skin
washing machine
washing machine
salvation on deep silence
Rose cutting
in raw flesh
soul's a arid vase
Epidermic flows
through the sidewalk
your humidity
Bulgarian tobacco
on your lips
ocular link
my wreckage
On feet
becomes
ventricular thoughts
Your body
pul sa ti ng
my head
pu ls ing
pu ls ing
To venture
in your legs
p-u-l-s-e