My waters move beyond what is necessary But my sorrows are absolute, a swamp Of apparent stillness, gloomy melancholy diluted in solitude I am the exaggeration, love lullabies, thunderstorms of fury Lightning of feelings in the eye of the hurricane The waves of any violent tsunami are my own Obscene radiograph of my own volatile personality I am the intensity, light-scandalous, dark-lucid My structure - antagonistic - does not fit into satellites, rings My planetary psyche, dichotomies of Mars and Pluto War relieves me, morbidity makes me ludicrousness I am the too much, of dreams - raw and reality - voluble - Drown myself into my own overflowing liquidity I suffer from vomiting of sensations, erotic involvement I breathe the carbon dioxide of the imaginary surface of your being I am the exacerbation, the antagonistic sensuality of this melancholy Unstable yttrium, flammable in its gaseous atmosphere I contour myself with my hairy threads in fine scratches, his arms I break, making room for me to shrink in your rib cage I am the anxiety, the tender meat steaming with spices Pepper, nutmeg, salt, cumin, rosemary and cinnamon A dark cauldron on the coals, cracking the wood of affliction Bubbling of tasty lust, faint of aphrodisia I am the extreme, the intemperance of desires, passionate gluttony My unruly, chaotic soul is silent on fibromyalgic pain I once contorted in resistance against his typed letters I despair to restrain myself in front of your musical accent But I surrender myself, for I am exorbitant, restless voracity Intangible in the light of reason, hungry for feelings I now contort myself within reach of the outline of your lips And ethereal charcoal in the phallic lines to faint: in ashes of memories
