smoke is running out of my mouth

slow enough to tickle my lips.

my tongue sways on the music
my heart made with its ticking...

I bathe your body

in what the water gave me.

in this garden of flowers
combined by the forces
of dreams and passion I crave for, 

the same type of flowers
his organs used to be filled with.

feel the heavy flow 

I bite on that yellow skin of yours

when I am entering a phase 

of surreal transition...
Finally, I have touched you.
Not being afraid of melting into you.

ache for your smothering,

put it down on my flames of dust;

as I do not need clothes anymore,

bare-skinned I stand
in the corner of the moon

waiting for my rivers to
start glowing into the dark.


so word or two about
the lover's pretty lover 
for what we know, it is not the truth
perhaps this is my own illusion
which I inhale, without smallest of regret
therefore I can feel myself, so pure and high,
and ready to find you in the
mountains above my head.