The mouth, your kiss, home, the cosmos. The roses look like lips, softness on the walls. We hide the truth on our lips, dreams twist desire.
With love tighten the ropes, we are the rope, we hold the destiny. What the lips say has a color, a pain, a door to desire, a tremor on the tightrope, tense intimate need, it opens like desire.
Establishes in nothingness the form of delirium, falls from the lips like night and humidity. Enter, bathe the silence, the indivisible silence burns, the conjunction unites the thought.
I remained adrift of what beats the encounter, the breath melts a space. Bid a universe in a space, explode the kiss contained in the humidity. Desire embraces the notion of space, of expansion, it is the music that prepares the heat, now it bakes the space that was fit for the nights of sleep.
There was always a dreamer, moisture in the belly of the lips. Tremulous is, incipient, life in emotion. The darkness unfolds wings of fire, the desire in silence.