Nowadays skies don’t come easily above me, 

the findings are gone to withdraw its insipid development. 

But today I am flayed to swallow all these celestial oozing. 

A crocodile floating above me,

moon in her eyes and scars of dissipating clouds…

engulfing me, taking me to the homeless saint. 

I am massless to her, I am one dumb starman to her, 

empty gazes and sands full of skin are all I have. 

She is magnificent but she is generous in her physicality. 

I am in between her and the smell of  summer nights

and she is calling my hummingbird, 

one that stays inside the lubricants of my entangled eyes. 

It’s beautiful to surrender in her cold lights, 

for I have been waiting from the making of mountains to fade away in a night of blue stars and riotous cosmos.

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Photograph: Google.