Orgasm

Tirednesses come, one over the other
Hours, one by one, from my flesh biting
Longing convulsions of pleasure keep me awake until violet,
Explosions of unconsciousness in my open eyes flashing

Jailed by your phantasm between the walls of my mind
I roll awake in my bed like a ball of fire
Kissing dry sheets until my lips bleed,
In hugs overwhelming a shadow higher and higher and higher...

Like a snake I slide around the lifeless bedding
Cuddling to the moisture of your made-up sweat;
Your diffuse shapes kaleidoscopically flicker under my eyelids,
The darkness gets filled up to the ceiling with your envisioned scent

My spasms get high, gripping the steam of your veins,
Their frequency blazing my cheeks and my brains
A halo of flames projects my love in the skies
Yielding to you the tears in my eyes.

My gasps, my scream, so real, so strong
More real than any reality has ever to me come along,
Calling your name, slide back down my throat
Choking in heavens the heights of my mind

My pulse gets dreadful and weak with each dawns,
Melted inside my own insane sleepless nights
The sun rises again, blinding my sight, radiographing my sorrow
Walking on clouds, between homeostasis and collapse,
Wasting myself, I slightly hang on the vines of your willow...

-to Mr. T.W.
 20.03.2014

Nightmare

Why do I keep picturing past lovers
Making hard love in front of my eyes
Why do I keep being banned with legal papers
From my own pleasurable visions and sighs?


Why do I keep replacing your beauty with another
In each and every dream?
Humiliated and threatened with the exclusion
And leaving behind a defeated plume of steam?


Why can't I just enjoy the butter of your kind
Momentarily sliding... anointing high wires?
Why do I bother to see myself as a bridge
Between your current state and your true, instinctive desires?


Should be because I am aware of my extinct star condition, so far away from your cosmic system
A stray comet casting its last burst of fire upon your green kingdom
So well I know that it's not any of the three dimensions which keeps us apart, but the fourth
Hastening towards the cold sinister graves our growth.


God knows I'd keep it unbent with all of my nerves
Even for a sole bouquet of several whole-heated flowers
Why then, in the name of the Lord, can't we deride His narrow universal laws
Since we all turn to dust in just a few hundred thousands of hours?...

- to Mr. T.W
17.03.2014