"In the morning, I unpeel a new world in the lines of your back and ink it in with my tongue. There,..."

“In the morning, I unpeel a new world in the lines of your back and ink it in with my tongue. There, in the notches of your spine, a city filled with beautiful things mid bloom. The clouds swollen with rosewater. There, under your ribcage, a town made of gold. The people kiss furiously. They talk with their hands.

And right there, behind the wing of your left shoulder-blade, a country, a whole country, a wild new savage thing. I want to live in it.”

- Azra.T., “Sugarcane Towns” (via 5000letters)