the pillars of my chest quiver in silence nauseous, out of breath acquiring the space between us the land is dry the land filters through the gills, old and rusting in the midst of September dreams suppress the tide an orchestra famine and empty followed the trail of milk through the corners of a labyrinth seeking hostage like the scales of the skin grasping for moisture caught out by blanched moons in love you seek hostage desperation devoured you it's forbidden it excites you comfort in the voice that kisses the breeze through a mystic transmission