This heart is of a color with no name Seedless imprints of one lover's Hand draws a pattern of repetition Impossible to decode, too many Crossings, layers and knots But this heart needs Rules to function Ruptures and heartache Are the predicament for flow For redistributional energy Muscles need training and proteine Training needs time Now you learn to fly but they Don't look
A love once crowned to reign Is always doomed to fail This heart has no scars Just open veins that leak into Outer space, out-side And back into the world.
Be ware of this fragility, fertility And be alive despite the Rupture love always encomprises Looking up, looking down Like in an elevator, stuck Inbetween two floors You multiply in this prism In ambivalence to them What a fertile transference Perspectives!
If your legs are burning like a hot wire You can be seen Like a glowing snake rocking in the dark Hurdling, shaking Sssssssssssssssssss You wait to become the pray And then, your tiger face, a shimmering mask Hoovering in front of my eyes and you Kill those snakes In my head, which is carried by clouds In my tar mouth Wide Open and sorrowful And moist from unspoken words Dizzi-ness De-Sire Coke and tongues and teeth Produce chatter Nonsense is easy, senses are key Behind the milk glass I see White spirals running Up the coral riff Spinning a path through water That we will swim All the way to up an unknown But promising destination Dance With me on A rooftop with no Fence No sun No master Just this whale Heart pumping Do--doom Do--doom