My tongue is searching
For the gold in your mouth.
I wish I was a bit more elastic
I wish I was funnier.
Strong but delicate enough
To find the nest in your mouth.
I wish I could play with all those boys
With appetizing smiles and eyes
I imagine the games I could have played
Going in and out of city built by desires
Going in and out of volcanoes.
I wish I had no idea
Where things and thoughts
Start and vanish.
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