untitled No. 7

Your caress, my skin. Your velvet, my sex. The two of us wallowing in

ashes. Our world: pure illegal. In precipices of eternity you kiss me.

Your kiss as death. Your kiss as insane. There is no fear between us.

(… Your mouth, your skin, your sex). Night. Paris night in the city

of candles. Our light and our music: our words. In my bed our

tongues. Your touch hurting my body. Your touch of tiger. So sensual

everything. I penetrate your body and you’re not there, I look

for you in a line, I look for you in gold dust. Despair. I extend my

fingers and grab you. You come back smiling and talking, you talk of

stars and moons, and Venus. You promise me Morpheus : Saturn. Night.

Night of you in the city of candles.

 

From the sky Saturn look at our spring. Heart girl and two rainbows.

Melancholy present of some party. Our bodies fly with wind waves. Your

gaze, lost in acid. Some DJ forward a summer, autumn, winter, and

spring again. All of us submerged in Dreams. And Lucy. Lucy in the Sky

with Diamonds. Lucy is a whore, like you and me. Shine orgasma : Lucy

wrapped in orgia. Now the shadows are three, three floating in dust:

you, me and Lucy with diamonds.

 

White powder

Liquid Dreams

Carton-acid

Illegal love

 

Seven colors for the three of us

Seven colors that we steal from the sky

from the rain

from the words

 

You’re so girl. Lucy hits you. She hangs on your penis and choke you.

She just want me. I just want you. And her. And Saturn from the sky:

rains melody of crystal sperm. A poem is longer, has no end. Your penis,

mine, and her vagina. Your vagina with diamonds. And in some place the

Beatles play. Your hands and her. Kisses of you two. Kisses of us

three and we dance all night long. In ElDorado I found you, you looked

so good, you and your feathers: pink & blue. Rainbow flag and a rag

doll. A marble and a rag doll. That’s what you  are: rose sky … blue fire … And crimson thorns.