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
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
You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket.
