I am a fucking car crush
mashing up into you.
Could not see you over the fog,
broken milk bottles make their
way down trough the violet skies.


I am a flower of a magnolia tree
and you are sleeping here,
 getting warm in my womb.
Your body onto mine,
soft touch is finally felt.


Everyone should know,
do not act suspicious even for a moment,
you are a star born on the silver sky,
son of the universal beauty itself.


Among dead trees you leave
your thousand whispers,
enchanting the ground
whose mud you have turned into snow.




You have thawed me,
chew me, and spat me out...
I, the love-flavored fruit,
laid in your mouth, as the autumn leaves
fall without any hesitation,
you my love, should consume it all,
for I hold too much.