I seek your gaze dedicated to carnal and murderous traffic, Prince of eternal air and servant of delicate monsters, your heroic back reigns there on Mars where you ride animals of gold and iron, energetic vectors behind the stabbed skin...
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I seek your gaze
dedicated to carnal and murderous traffic, Prince of eternal air and servant of
delicate monsters, your heroic back reigns there on Mars where you ride animals
of gold and iron, energetic vectors behind the stabbed skin of spectres,
braided hemp will be our orgasms.
Your body of mercury and your lips of faun, waiting to take my
weapons in your hand, soft knives
will be our religion.
Beats of your flesh,
my mouth running through the pores of your salty skin, I long to feel the power
between your legs like a child without wings, your thighs close around a wet
name and between swords fly snakes of joy, and between the bloody knots of the
fig tree, I am tiger or horse trapped in the rocks of your back.
Asphalt fish die in
the shadows and you want to hurt the underground, open its doors so that wine
and transparent snowflakes commit suicide between the sweat-stained sheets.
I slowly flood
between your knives , horsemen in bloody flesh, dawn howls behind the window,
we explode phosphorescent, deep animal cries are born, childish games on the
beach of void.
All my love said the
slave, all my love and strings of coral in exchange for a good stab, all my
love and silos full of wheat for the hot taste of your semen on my lips and
then sleep the ecstasy of the ancient gods.
Hunger, the name of
this game of vibrant living bodies, of blood in smooth veins and flows filling
the hollows, desire to live forever, and last, forever last.