My emotions-
wild rivers
I bask into them
and sometimes the water sets me on fire
Just like Bukowski’s Burning in water, Drowning in flame
And when I put my lips on you
You feel my desire-
madness to posses
the woman
with pale skin
and red cheeks while she’s making love;
the poet
that writes for you late at night
when everybody’s sleeping
I press my mouth onto yours,
and I scream with pleasure…
And then I scream again-
this time, in the empty space
But you can’t hear
anguish
delirium
and fear
Absolute silence…
I could play a mad woman
in a movie,
I look just like that
static and numb
Until I come back to you and I open my mouth once more
This time, a different movement of my lips
I whisper slowly and you understand
We need a dreamcatcher, love…