Style

what I like about you is the indifference which penetrates me as deeply as contaminated nitrogen air my skin is filled with cries and every scream grows a wing my hair is like a crown tree flowering cherry I fly I learn to feel the air on the unexpected height of me you don’t see me even if I belly dance you see through me simple remembering non-existence I detach every night from unripe lips to one last poem which I dedicate to you but the words remain untouched not saying my name and I wait... any answer is like new breathing because I don’t breathe I refuse to breathe till you respond to me I breathe deeply in time with the 360 Grades I walk on the Tropic of Cancer equilibrium on a plan of seduction I would throw you to catch me and your hands like your lips are not found in this space and time I love your style.