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Upside down words

bleed perfectly from pen to paper,

pulsate in the

brain of my heart

signals of

interconnectedness

between your lips

and mine:

I just ran out of ink, girl,

I need some inspiration!

You blew smoke

in my mouth,

it made home

my lungs,

it stole my oxygen,

and you were scientifically

allowed to do so.

You insisted I

x-ray,

I have no problems with

nakedness

when it's your skin

blending into mine.

I mentally write with my right,

I think with my left,

you tell me now

if love ain't ambidextrous?

You had to agree with me,

nodding.

Your silent words twisted

around the earlobes

of my fears.

Mine tingling

the bellybutton of

your certainties...

Who would have thought

we'd ever use more than

8% of the brain in our hearts!?