By Rahaf AlMubarak

Seconds of celestial subsequence,

I inhale the seasons and the skies

I imbibe a surreptitious waltz by some blind, starry-eyed fireflies

I launch my mind’s arrows at a companionless galaxy

From the constellation to my lips,

My heart’s words melt in my mouth from the heat of a star that has slaughtered gravity

My thoughts metamorphose into ink and I whisper the lunacy I would write in a million letters

I weave what I breathe in, soak up, and send out into a web of unspoken sentiments as melodious enigmas steadily unfetter.