Explotion

We’re more poetic

when we’re together.

The poetry

is the only language

that we talk,

actually,

that we can talk.

Our tongues,

they just rub each other,

they dance.

We’re volcanos.

I look at your eyes

and you’re looking at me.

The magma arrives.

I’m water

when I explote.

Photography: Natalia Arias.