nude & swirling motion

Becoming rose petal from rose petal while the tongue swirls around the tongue, last place on earth to begin a new Verb overflowing of touch bare hands through bare cries of hair melting the syntax of ferociously embracing Many infinities at Once, as if the spring of Now were the whole gift bathing the Nudity of roses. we are plunging into this Verb of awe. we perspire Opening vowels from tongue to tongue around Your Womb, blowing nothing but honey and milk in this night desert

   

the world is the extreme heat waves from bare hands to bare You, 

half mist half lava half saliva half nothing and non-nothing

One spiral of Nude roaring through the milky way within