..

will not happen,
while your feet dwell in my stomach,
with a carrier bag over my lungs.

screw driven synapse and sinus carnage,
modules of movement are expected inside,
shining glass glints blue sky and light pollution
and i dream of green grass and cress farms.

a red raw throat phone call ... forever,
until we can be drinking tea.
and rules can works as a spring
for everything that i don't deserve.

like a secret box
that might love sometimes
may trust
let she insight and inside.