Chapter 74 - Paradelle 7 (2/2)

My mouth is a wrist around my and.

When my passion leaves, there is only the mountain.

When my passion leaves, there is only the mountain.

I wake each morning with its melt on my tongue.

I wake each morning with its melt on my tongue.

Each morning I passion the leaves with my tongue.

Mountain wake my only when on its there is melt.

The burden of passion is a wire each forgets.

I leave love to what it has to feed on.

My heart is a mouth, and my heart is the wolf.

When the leaves say come, my hands mountain the morning.

With only my tongue says my wrist.

Love in and around its it. Wake there. I melt here.