Windows Without Dreams - The Argotist Online

STYLEwhat I like about youis the indifference which penetrates me as deeplyas contaminated nitrogen airmy skin is filled with criesand every scream grows a wingmy hair is like a crown treeflowering cherryI flyI learn to feel the air on theunexpected height of meyou don’t see meeven if I belly danceyou see through mesimplerememberingnon-existenceI detach every nightfrom unripe lipsto one last poem which Idedicate to youbut the wordsremain untouchednot saying my nameand I wait...any answer is like new breathingbecause I don’t breatheI refuse to breathetill you respond to meI breathe deeplyin time with the 360 GradesI walk on the Tropic of Cancerequilibrium on a plan of seductionI would throw youto catch me34