surface burning

unstable, she says the surface is burning.
all over my possibles. so much. she explains redness, intensely. all over my absolutes.

liquid, her hands speak, trembling before the letters, voices unveiling tongues.
now you happen. fruits, wines inject foam here.
do not touch my grain, undone by letters broken deeply around midnight.
touch vowells and consonants, with and against. fused like our springs in the beginnings.
my vowells and consonants came here perspiring entangled by the candlelight, flowing within Eros.

unstable, she made a fire and awaits the temperature within the excess.
red fibers of fire ascending muscle by muscle,
vowell by vowell between consonants.
ascending the inner tissues of flesh.

she unfolds her foam. now. her essences opening.
the first foam of love on the skin of things is burning... dream of surfaces
implosing like my birth. Eros posponed. tomorrow. maybe against maybe.
your chest rises. around the core or the vortex or the ruins of a certain moon...
moon still-to-climb. within... these lands of fever, these veins glow. tearing absolutes, possibles.
the moon is looking for you.