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She doesn’t love you

She doesn’t love you
She only likes
your metaphors
 
That’s all there is to it
She likes the rhythm of the flowing river
Be a river
so she likes you
She likes the coupling of light and thunder
In perfect rhyme
And her breasts drool over a letter
Be a letter so she likes you
She likes the elevation of the mass
From matter to light
From light to resonanceFrom resonance to feeling
Be one of her feelings so she likes you
She likes the battle between her chest And the night
Oh love, you have tortured me
And this river is splashing its wild bursts
Outside my bedroom
Oh love, make this pleasure an addiction
Or I will kill you
 

Invitation to Dreams

Come and let us dream, the beautiful evening is getting close
The softness of dusk and traces of stars are calling for us
 
Come and let us hunt dreams and count down the lines of gleams
And hills of sands stand to witness our love
 
We’ll walk together on our awake island
And we’ll keep traces of our stray feet on sand
The morning will come to drop its cold dew
And it will sprout flowers where we had dreamed, even if it’ll be a single flower
 
We’ll dream that we’re taking steps back to yesterday, not tomorrow
And we have reached Babylon in a damp dawn
Two lovers holding our love promise to a temple
Where a lean Babylonian priest will give us blessings