incantations float into his eyesas his back splits in two,
interchanging with hersslip into the piano keys of the
spine.his notes blown into her mouthcreate a
celestial skin musicdrawn across violin's bow.her
soul rains and rains down on himcausing him to drown into a
puddle pool beneath her symphony.his now liquid
flesh can be seen dancing around his whirling
soul.whirling tightly unto its coredrawing and
folding in upon itself,like a black hole disappearing:
air?her mouth notes of yin burst
forthfrom her lung instrument;pushing space into
his air for her fullround whole notes. watch them
floatacross his blue air as a gauze veillingers
over beauty's seduction.pinning themselves, her jewels adorn
his styleas the twinklings are thrown into the
invertednight bowl: her face now for everyone to wish
upon.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova