as my eardrums yielded to my body's pressure i would whisper thickly to you but what would carry my words to you-- expolding in your own right? our eyes would swirl off together: a tiny quartet of mutual revolution our shirts, torn to pieces by the bloom of ribcages, would create magnificant venues of billowing cotton and polyester our muscles would unfurl: a red carpet for two unlucky hearts to make their debut they would go careening toward each other would collide and spawn an asteroid, a sad love story and my whisper would hang in the cosmos: the stars are beautiful tonight