Come, crush my thirsty lips

under the weight of kisses,

so, when I lean upon this wall

I feel no shame…

Come, bite my naked skin

with your sharp fingers,

so all the traces that you draw

will speak of lust…

Come, lay me down in tears

that seem eternal,

so I forget your painful crime

of killing love…

Yours is my being,

Mine is your mistake,

Take me inside this curse

that you call “life”,

Breath fire, bathe in storms,

and do whatever,

don’t ever set me free!

We leaned up then against the wall,

you never told me why,

and I had no idea

what’s coming next.

For me, it’s only rain

and poetry.