What do you think of,
When you open your eyes in a blue box of the universe
And when you drown your dreams under the covers
Where you hide your cold hands and my desires?
Do you bite your lip to blood
Casting away your pain through the red fingerprints on the skin
Where I dream under a leaf of nettle
And I burn your fingertips
Every time you want to touch me?
On the farthest star of our meetings
You are leaning on my knees
Not knowing that my flesh trembles
Like you are ripping it of with your teeth
Piece by piece,
Sweeping my remains off your chin
And with a smile,
In the purple hues of agony,
You love me.
Do you think then
How pain tastes so sweet
While you melt it under your tongue like an almond,
Counting my every breath,
And do you remember it in the blue box of the universe
While you close your eyes,
With cold hands and flaming fingertips,
And loving me?