spinning ice
like twirling thoughts in your head shifting fluttering streamling into pensimentos de curiosidad adelante de tu corteza del lóbulo frontal jalándose a las imagines del día, a las palabras de la día anterior like starry skies creating patterns and linear movements tu cabeza truena como salsa picando a tu lengua cradling your cheek in tender thought, placed in the cusp of your hand heavy heavy on the table that keeps the chilled drink melting melting long tears of condensation streams from the heat arising ice spins in the short iridescent glass laying heavy in your warm palm heavy heavy flumes forget the nonsense of the day water trickling down the spine of the glass tricking down his hand and the split of his mouth