Calypso (Goya Remix)

the pillars of my chest quiver in silence

nauseous, out of breath

acquiring the space between us

the land is dry

the land filters through

the gills, old and rusting

in the midst of September

dreams suppress the tide

an orchestra

famine and empty

followed the trail of milk

through the corners of a labyrinth

seeking hostage like the scales of the skin

grasping for moisture

caught out by blanched moons

in love you seek hostage

desperation devoured you

it's forbidden

it excites you

comfort in the voice that kisses the breeze

through a mystic transmission