this cilindrical cavity
holds such a fantastic taste.
snowflakes, a melting vigor, still crawl
across my lips.
still grasping for that interchanging aura.
there was more than just impecable timing.
not only this comfort bursting
at the seems with thirst.
and i held more than just your hand,
a fragment of noonday sky.
a song screamed so soft,
it is beyond human ears.
--and these are the ways
to see; to sense.
teach me how to swim in you,
how to breath underwater.