I travel in the dark
where you don't know about the rainbow
music carries me
cocoon wrap of his body
he doesn't let me sleep
inside the kissing tunnel
I forgot your name
dark firm on the edges his lips
not yours I don't remember your name
I tried but there was the darkness of the kissing tunnel
like tornado through the letters sounds of you
I stopped thinking dying for you
hurting myself with the memories
explaining us
when I'm in that tunnel of his lips not yours
I have many lovers
called men
I don't need to remember their names
there are men lovers
made from flesh
in endlessness
of my love
for being
blissfully