A scream that hides in the lungs Hides within your flesh and bones There is no way for a cure It becomes a disease Once dry then dripping wet Swells and is meaty and juicy At the same time a woman with her full black hair walks on the mountains in dreamscape Memories siphon like mosquitoes Open their unblinking eyes Like huge half-flared, unlusting nostrils I’ve bitten down – are you still unmoved? You you you can scream out now Following your spine My finger creates an icy lake Look around – no one’s watching Tear off your jacket and jump in with tears streaming
I want to record you orgasm But I pressed the wrong key Lost time cannot be taken back Lying pitifully Fighting fluid Sticky and transparent in my palm – it stays elastic I can’t have enough – I want to milk more from your body At this time the telephone rings A pack of deer waits outside the window at the same time The blue wind almost scatters but froths Escapes from your opening eyes Pick up the phone and loneliness falls The lust and screams that are born I listen to as I lick off your sweat bead by bead