What happens when the tattoo lakes on the organ skin run dry?
Seeing that lovely lavender vein, beating atop your eyelids pumping blood…when I’m in. Again an again, until the strokes staccato, hemp milk spilling into an opal bottle, are you alive?
Lover, do you follow?
Ghost smoke blue nail polish, our hearts hollow, filled with seaweed vapor, on the edge of our boat, eating Scotch bonnet peppers, an avocados
We are so frozen, cold.