lenguas raras

these tongues who mutter foreign words

and lick the insides of my mouth

insight the madness fresh

to every breath

i tie i thought

inflating, infiltrating

like the smoke which wanders sensual

rubbing it’s fingers through air

whose voices transfer

like birds on a breeze

arises the cafe from behind

the nerves light up

fluorescent buttons

detecting vibrations
electrifying our skins