to moonn6pence from papayeverte
I touch your fire
The pressure of the cylinder rises
The gravitation ‘tween us enforced
Our skin smells scorched
The bodies soak for
The signal of the blood device
The rhythm of the beat bang us
It rises….
I am a servant of desire
You’re wrapped up in water, intersected intercoursed with the blood
Biting meat
Sucking bones
Sipping liquid
Touchin’ freaky
Grab the every nerve on an emotion,
Charmed by you and luna thing.
The memory of the sea, we were in…
I hear a voice say “stop”!
I hear a voice to push me
The curve lightened by the T.V.
I calm down my rough breath
Got my rhythm back
Forget the washed-away-feeling for a moment
SMOKE
Gimme a memory
Alcohol in the midnight
Neither morning coffee nor the evening shower ever changes
Rain keep falling 40 days and still raining
We crawl on the ground in the valley of the building
Where we lost the smell of blood and we looked for the beat
The loops of a release and a spell
We hold on again
Looking for more, and more
Residents of darkness, trusters to the darkness
I don’ believe the moon
Don’t believe the moon
There is it
It’s there
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40 (Forty)
Boom Boom Satellites
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