Subtle fire evolving in uncountable little whirlwinds
all over the surface of mi body,
under my clothes;
caressing even inside my many pockets of broken thoughts,
intertwined with the way I move.
Dancing, walking, turning, twisting, stomp, stop.
I breathe your smooth heat.
I smoke you, let's say,
and it tastes like the spring’ sky.
Again
we go.
I feel
that you
feel.