sunburntongue

  we lay our tongues so exquisitely poised beside the holy mouth of a desert

  With lips flaking grandeurs of the stars onto the balmy cheeks of eternity

  Ankles of tiny kingdoms rattling, songs of worship for the deaf flowers writhing naked in  

  the wind. The architecture of our bodies folded onto the earth like a prayer, we are swollen with sleep

  violent beatings of our chests beneath the swallowing apocalypse of skin, we are swollen with sleep