When she opens her mouth
the encyclopedias of the world fauna and flora
glaciers, seas, lakes, rivers, mountains, rivulets
tornadoes, volcanoes, hurricanes, storms, winds
aeroplanes, trains, satellites, rockets, spaceships
God, creation, heart, soul, mind and everything
in the universe never stop popping out.
And I ask her gently: darling, what's all this?
I simply asked if you'd like to go for a picnick
in the park, to go to the beach for sea breeze
or just stay in all Sunday in bed like on a honeymoon.
She is my love. The whole world swirls on her tongue-tip.
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