Mouth to the Moon by : Kyra blue .

"You are the thing waiting to be written. You are the howl in my mind, shrill like the wind so I remember and I'll remember- because you spill over, haunting me like a reassembled fable. I'll tremble with what rushes to escape, caressing the boiling voice that thumps and collects over the levee- bring it to fruition, it's something that remits me forgetting, it pleads to exist. What is the beast that brings over this duality, it's potency lies in the feel of the fever. Infecting in my minds eye, mouth to the moon, it's my vocals that opens- pitch your harmony, it's a chill over my grave when we breathe together, and I'll remember. "