LIVES AND WORKS
LIVES AND WORKS
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.
WHO I AM
Extraterrestrial with a Master of Fine Arts.
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