Lying
with thighs like open wings
ready to fly
you incite me, you invite me to travel
through milky ways
and black holes
slightly revealed
for your hand that plays
with modesty and sweat
wiping between petals of flesh the stigma
of your most naked flower
wetting everything
wetting everything
flying through universes of liquor.
Moist flames
the lips that with your fingers
delicately reveal, dilate for me
showing me the obscene cave of the miracle
where the liquid lightning emanates
of life's incandescent fountain,
milky lava splashes of water
deep that floods
wetting everything
wetting everything
flying through universes of liquor.
wetting everything
My mouth
kissing your burning lips
is preparing to drink
in your chalice of pollen and liquor
and, between juices and hums of waves and wings, libidinously drinking the nectar of the flower of your tides... licking the salty honey that flows through you
and it burns my tongue that vibrates, lascivious,
between sap and saliva
wetting everything,
wetting everything,
flying through universes of liquor.
My wax wings beating, fighting
your fire in waves
of burning foam and feathers
and Icarus flying
so high, so high
that about to enter the garden of Eden
its flight melted by your spilled sun
falls like the exterminated angel
into the sea of u200bu200bshipwrecks
wetting it everything,
wetting everything,
flying through universes of liquor..
wetting everything,
wetting everything,
flying through universes of liquor.