my wide shut heart is a whale
that greenpeace could not save
while staring at your half-open mouth
trying to breathe in all the blueness
of this april sky / not bruised by clouds
like your blood would never absorb me
and the heat the clear heat of mid-spring
reaches up to your half-open eyes
you're drowning in intangible beauty
and you suffocate by my side
as if miles of silence apart
higher than the great wall of china
and the pyramids one could see / from the moon

no not even a desperate seal
would make love to this heart of mine
for it isn't a penguin
and it leaves no worthy carcass behind
nothing except your icon
turned into viole(n)t steam