Moonbeams & Baby Teeth

Small moonbeams coming in like baby teeth. When you smile, all of creation groans in ecstasy, punctured. Death doesn’t come around here anymore. He saw what happened when we made love and it turned him inside out. His sickle turned into a pair of silver necked swans, entwined. His cloak fell into the shadows cast by our candlelight, who themselves started kissing and giving off sparks. Gnawing on the cables and undercurrents of infinity. Welcome to the world of the wise. The secret partners of god, spilling out his plan on the barren plain of the earth. Setting the world on fire with new green growth. The testimony of tomorrow proves we weren’t lying. Hold on, I’m coming.