She said she wants it to be faster,
intense and dirty.
it is difficult to explain though.
the steam taking the dizzy stars hostage,
a hand scrubbing caramel into her skin,
another language invented;
who can think when M83 sings?
let she feel, let she dance:
the vapors have hands.
she loves that song,
she loves ititititititandit too.
it is painless:
she forgets easily
what has no breath.
she is so tired of feelings,
expectations and tomorrows.
let she live today as if
the clock had no arms.
"say no to the words that surround us"
she said.
he is a body, he is a tumult.
he is.
the rhythmic teeth and tongues dance.
tangled beauty.
