deep as the ocean, coiled like the twists in my mother's tongue as she sings hymns in her mothertongue. winding: the curves in my body. the flutter in our eyes gracing the courtyards of our kingdoms, feet and wrists jingle clink clanging.
deep as the ocean, coiled like the twists in my mother's tongue as she sings hymns in her mothertongue. winding: the curves in my body. the flutter in our eyes gracing the courtyards of our kingdoms, feet and wrists jingle clink clanging.
