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.
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.