a whole popping love balloon
a melting flower, when the bud opens in fast-forward timelapse and lifecycles before your eyes in 10 seconds. the openings and closings of body parts opened and closed, rhythm of lovespasm reflex phantasm in the chasm yes’m.
i think of um so much, it’s rote, it’s a blossom opening with a face on it, a whole popping love balloon of excuses and explosions encompassing the entire earth, which i can never forget we live in.
