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while above the skies you always escaped thru my fingers dizzy from too much of a first summer’s wind laid unexpectedly on our risen chests towards the sun like in each year’s eclipse of death. as if now we would stay to study the people to see how their bodies are growing as their nails are as their hairs spreading from the branches of the trees over wrinkled skins scratched by sharp eyelashes bitten by mouths which starve for us nobody had ever the courage to throw himself naked thru the grass brightened by weathering and then we sent those movies to Hell fearful of forgetting that we had become the actors of our own short reel. thru round farewell embraces you always escaped thru my fingers dragging behind you the strip of my colourless skin leaving a trace of orange blood on my back. it's so easy to find you now just searching for myself at the other end of me. II. when I was covered by your eyelids I found myself lost behind your irises entwining myself thru recollections of faces of bodies in movement thru everything you ever imagined that I would be just like you touched me today with frozen hands like you dissolve me into your memories for me not to scream anymore not to breathe anymore not to invent anything more about you as I have you in this moment under the tremble of my palms in my eyes over your breasts swimming in seeping tears to drawn in you so to be born again praying for us from your womb. III. the little towns always kept me hidden by the agony of great despairs that took shape on the stairs of those churches too wide for them to capture the lost images of my pre-existence before reaching you. I never believed in occasional photos frozen in white and black at the height of the spires and the clouds. freeze frame there – throwing ourselves blindly into one another freeze frame here – painting each step of my fingers gnawed by the teeth of a vampire toward you – from the grass or from where the spring came for the first time I’m drawing myself so meticulously and obsessively thru stages of transformation to what kind of little towns still spinning within myself to what kind of narrow rooms I’m searching for you like for a needle in a haystack rummaging thru images cut up in my mind your mouth appeared to me pulling out my nipples with your teeth. Gods you saw me naked! each side of me is the same as I roll along the pavements frightened I invented my polite snapshots of profile/knees/of kissing feet covering myself sometimes black sometimes white hiding myself within all of you my heart pained by so many eyes at once. of course you didn’t know this movie my love it just fell at the final trial once more in a shape of a cross. IV. please tear these roots from my face let me breathe the clean winter air let me taste from your bosom that Pulque that burns my mind completely or at least nail me to the wall with my mouth stuck to your last bloody trail to get me drunk on too much pain until the summers come to set me free melting me with their suffocating breath to drain me of any power then when you come to lick me to rest myself eternally between your tongues. V. embraced we rewound ourselves thru so many films no longer able to recognize our civilizations when the aborigines will descend from mirrors dancing with them we’ve learned how to caress each others lips with divine breath how we can develop into Siamese twins thru tongues brother – sister never to split them up as we swore in the name of nomads everywhere undulatingly we move only thru irish steps for each time we feel that we are losing each other in a single heart in a single chest in a single circle in a single substance thrown thru so many universes what the Hell Lord there are so many of them and we are so far further and further too far. just cut the reel Lord! (thanks Lee) |
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