I begin to cry
Many centuries after
In the fog of a blue black storm
Meeting with a crowd of men
Who make me dear to themselves
But are not feeling seen
At all
As I enter the eyes
They undress me
Under the silver wracks of kinetic stars
They color me orange and a prey and hot
I am standing in my underwear
But nobody hears me
When my dream is whispering:
Baby scream
One man tall
A very handsome one
Approaches and reaches his hand in my underwear
It's white
And there's something
Liquid
He slips the last fabric off me
The remnants of text
Rub gently against
The ancient theaters in my veins
And tremble
The galaxy
Hidden pearls
Street pleasure
Larvae and sounds
Pulsing beneath
Dark oceans
Making me blind
Lower mountains open
I am a river
With my soft labias carved in carved in stone
One man tall
A very handsome one
Approaches and reaches his hand in my underwear
It's white
And there's something
Liquid
The man holds sacred scripture in his hands
The one he took
Because he loves me
My fluids luring him
So he drinks
No trace of secret calligraphy
Clitoris naked
And deserted
I have no more words
And my soul is cold
I have no more words
And my soul is warm