Since life is nothing in your philosophy, let’s drink to the fact of not being our bodies. Let's drink to the nothing of your sensual lips, which are sensual zeros in your blue kisses:
Before the sad years made homes in our bones, And our blood turned into riots, We hang our swelling breasts in the branches of mamma’s¹ morala tree, And we sang old gospels to the humans sleeping thick in our ribs, Yet to be born.
You improve the value of the habitat Intensifying from dawn your love for plants and flowers intending to provide a solution to the Environmental footprint capturing the carbon of the earth and the peace that the flora provides you