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He told me about Earth: about our home:
  that he would like to look at the stars from there one day -
     He couldn't peel an orange: so I started it with my teeth:
          but he didn't want it.
    His mouth tilted him towards me.
 It burns.
Since then: his gaze has been rocking my hips:
    it's making me ripple:
        I feel my center - waves from where they ovulate.
The plants don't need me anymore.
  Why does it burn?
            Tomorrow will be the baptism of a new atmosphere.
                People will blow into dandelions
  and into the open palm: on which they had previously placed their lips:
   I am supposed to release a blackbird into the air.

        I left you a gift at our place: 
               wait until the leaves fall.