Ten lines that open

there’s a face hiding in between her legs
i recall how we started fires with a kiss
in our centers, beginnings are just ending
dandyism is just a setting sun
divorce is a four-letter word with clouds
to this day, there’s only a god in her palms
my mother’s soup pot is colored yellow.
melancholy is another consonant of fear
father said I was born from falling rain.
ten times tongues tilted towards three timeless tambourines

Ruddapoet