How do I impress upon a mouth,
that my tongue is a snake,
locking love for hours,
in an ethereal daze.
How do I whisper to a pair of lungs,
that we could breathe free
floating as if we were landlocked islands,
on our beds, for days.
How do I tell her hands, and her feet,
that our encounters were perpendicular
to the silences of pyramids,
as we limped across a desert, till eternity.
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