Jailbait

I watch them
Playing, screaming,
Laughing
Having a good time,
The blonde and
The brunette and
The ebony
Mostly of them
Illegal
I watch them while I think :
God, if only I could be their age,
To have one of them
Even
For
One
Night.
But I’m old
An old fuck
With nothing better to do
That write a poem about
Teenagers.
I’m begging for new flesh
Innocent hips
Lips like candy.
But my big lust
Is not up
To my reality.

Passion Play

You

Me

a circle of saliva surrounding us

The sky breaks

with our sharp screams

The ocean turns to fire

Everything around us

disappear

Passion play

whips exploding in your flesh

blood fall

your skin so red

scorpions in your hair

fur’s sounds

in the air

Hell is dividing

in a million lights

The sky fall

in his knees

and start to suck

your life out

Aborted dreams

of never existed lands

Leather words

writing themselves in sand

Corpses revolving in their tombs

masturbating their dead bodies

with God’s bones

The world turns black

shadows dancing in the walls

Thousands candles

electric souls

You

Me

our hearts consuming

with the lust of love.