Promise: we laugh we touch

In dreams we promise the orange ocean  the love song 
over the skin where we laugh and touch 
seven times in dreams  we promise the story the cycle 
the voyage of one skin

In dreams we rebuild the voices promising the infinite one
our thirsty feet climbing towards the sun
seven times  the kisses coming out of the orange ocean still burning the full mouth

you do not die  you do not suffer  listen to the song and breath 
the tide of horses  overflowing the red grapes of the poem
where you kiss the beginning over again
you are beloved  you are the new-born wave 
the poem invites the motion of burning matter

we promise we can more than dreaming over-Possible orbits creating first space for lives
seven times the growing promise 
the promise prevailing over iron and rock and abyss

we promise the dreaming folly of our mouths full of the orange ocean song
in dreams we are the rage of the miracle and everything 
close to the first skin we breath and understand

your palms unfolding the cycle of open flights over me 
over us again the beginning the trembling within fruits 
and we laugh and we touch the mouch of love the warm doors of a round moon 

the skin promises raining over intense pages 
and over intense vowels knot by knot under the tongue
infinite language  never enough happening through my virgin palms  my future babies  my womb in want of heart

we promise light inside the infinite calendar
voyage through need forcing the event entering the bath 
promising the first mouth touch as if bleeding unknown excess 
the over-Possible waters 
against never enough