29 muscles use your mouth to kiss me.
29 mine to eat in your landscape
the earth the fish the rained word.
Sometimes the tooth rubs against the tooth
and the spark jumps that in the ancient stone
gave birth to the fire that still had no name.
And when your eye thins out in my gaze
I have on my nerves 29 reasons to
start the wet gears
from this mouth that is yours and no one's.
How much effort, love, to kiss me!
How much exercise of stairs and hunger!
29 reasons to smear the wind with my blood. 29 crutches 29 swallows 29 unharmed fruits.
So that the oxen of existence
know and know how to burn in torture.