starry tongues
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you toot the horn.
the race begins.
a flight where everyone who shouldn’t know how to fly does.
the sugar on your lips, left over from the strawberries you dipped in it,
defies gravity,
taking your red juice-drenched mouth on a trip between the planets.
you kiss them one by one—
first, the fiery ones, the burning ones,
the unfamiliar, inhospitable ones,
the ones that freeze your mouth and steal the words from you,
the ones that burn your vocal cords,
turning them into a blazing forest fire.
then the friendly ones,
the ones that kiss you back with starry tongues,
that open their museums for you,
to show their stories written on black holes
and galaxies made in the image of God.
Oh my gosh! This felt like a cosmic daydream, floating through the psychedelic sensations of celestial planes and sensual fantasies. I love this sooooo much!! Wow. This felt raw and elegant at the same time. It felt like a trip. So amazing!! 🌌🍓
Oh my Goddess... there's so, so much here... the psychedelic, sensorial daydreaming (Jennae always hitting the spot)... the courage to first visit the more hostile... how brave... the imagery of starry tongues opening art museums... wow... black holes...
Sincerely magnificent. One of these days, I won’t be able to.l say anything more than "I am speechless, obnubilated by your writing"
Meanwhile, where can we buy your books?