levitation

Flavia
runny eyes in the sky
shoulders in the sky
hands in the sky
hair in the sky

looked up
what beautiful her feet are

cold thoughts creep in me
words in orbits
syllables into orbits
so hanged with green stars in orbits
flow the letters in the past
to a yeast language

a yellow butterfly that day
pass through her eyes
bite her legs
click on the shoulders

it flows

through a deep door

an open door in the neck
through which it flows
in the soul

night becomes a bridge
towards tomorrow
an organ pipe in which life
close
sound breaks

I feel good levitating

the words revival the time
I feel the ocean
on my beard trickle through my teeth
fill my eyes

i cry
like a blue fire light

yes
she flows from a broken circle
into a rolled shadow