Thiago Ponce de Moraes - I HEAR GLORY BOX

I hear glory box and think
of you as pandora
of your mouth almost needlessly
of your lips almost eternally
of all your boxes
like charms
inside other boxes

and of your skin quivering
and of the chords that you touch
between your thighs

and with your hands you delicately part
your labia the longing and the secrets
that drip from the tips of your fingers