*When you make love to me, you unbutton
The black jeans of the universe,
You discover worlds, paths, stars,
Dwarves and giants, the viciousness
Of a blackhole, a machine,
Swallowing everything.
Yes, you make love to me,
As though to pour milk on the full moon,
You turn q into d, my love,
A crochet to a demisemiquaver,
And you make rhapsodies and raptures,
And records, as I make them envy,
All the suns.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 4:29 AM UTC
*When you make love to me, you unbutton
The black jeans of the universe,
You discover worlds, paths, stars,
Dwarves and giants, the viciousness
Of a blackhole, a machine,
Swallowing everything.
Yes, you make love to me,
As though to pour milk on the full moon,
You turn q into d, my love,
A crochet to a demisemiquaver,
And you make rhapsodies and raptures,
And records, as I make them envy,
All the suns.*
© 2016 J.S.P.
