Amrita

I begin to cry Many centuries after In the fog of a blue black storm Meeting with a crowd of men Who make me dear to themselves But are not feeling seen At all As I enter the eyes They undress me Under the silver wracks of kinetic stars They color me orange and a prey and hot I am standing in my underwear But nobody hears me When my dream is whispering: Baby scream One man tall A very handsome one Approaches and reaches his hand in my underwear It's white And there's something Liquid He slips the last fabric off me The remnants of text Rub gently against The ancient theaters in my veins And tremble The galaxy Hidden pearls Street pleasure Larvae and sounds Pulsing beneath Dark oceans Making me blind Lower mountains open I am a river With my soft labias carved in carved in stone One man tall A very handsome one Approaches and reaches his hand in my underwear It's white And there's something Liquid The man holds sacred scripture in his hands The one he took Because he loves me My fluids luring him So he drinks No trace of secret calligraphy Clitoris naked And deserted I have no more words And my soul is cold I have no more words And my soul is warm