Garden of Arcane Delights

srijeda, 28.10.2009.

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Draga, zgazi me
dok sanjam
gledam sebe kako pritvaram vrata.

Trgam se jer mi udovi gore
dok buja proplanak
nježne ženske ruke,
njišem se slatko.

Stegni mi okovratnik
volim kada sam dolje
na koljenima, razbacana u mraku
i svjetlost svijeća

Gledam sama, sebe
u novoj sobi, golu,
cijedim sok
vatre koja izgara
sasvim blizu

diram se intimno
jer hladan je ovaj zid,
trebam ugrijati
sve što se stvorilo

dok si kradem trenutak
intimnosti
serviram se na pladnju

Tijelo je uvijek
posebno lijepo, ukusno,
kada ga kupa mekano svjetlo

Jedem





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Skin Tones




what days,
filled with taste,
last poetry reading

we are having Spanish wanderer
at home, hungry and dirty
she fed him, cleaned him
gave him rest him,

I helped woman on the street
to buy medicine.
such eyes I have not seen for long,
I held her hand
some longer time,
grabbed me
I have plenty of love inside of me.

Come on dear,
hang me on the wall
nice picture, masturbate

My skin is glowing
I could be burning myself again
Every touch is a note


There was a man-boy
playing double bass this evening,
another one

Feeling everything around me,
curse,
everything passing,
on my history scars
and yet I always smile

Run me over again dear,
let the picture fall from
walls of presence

Tender blood,
it is full moon growing,
could it be time
that Phoenix is approaching,
my wet thighs


Let me be calm tonight
all that I have eaten

I will watch a movie, Secretary,
this time only with myself,
I will start and finish it.

Good to breathe,
pumping heart
colorful skin









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Then why fear disappearance through death?
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