Gabriella

You shouldn’t spit, in this house of spirits, Oceans dance on your lips, be like someone at home, whose bones are in bits, all laughter sealed in domes, you’ll engage or quit, taken to your limit, that tourniquet really twists, bolstered by unending hope, even love becomes visible, happiness is the climbing rope, tides turn at every instant, escape on a cargo ship, cry in the middle distance, never one to mope, watch the sea glimmer, not yet alone, the moon your silhouette.