when the tree of love rises in me
and its skin breaks in the white of the eyes
this harsh celestial tree this blackness
I open these eyes
my kind serene eyes
a set of knives laid in order
then you know
I never forgive love
when these hands turn into lemon flowers
and descent down the spine
I need you now
don’t say a word about it
soon the fog will come
and in the fog you shall slip like the sparrow in a cat’s claw
the fog will come
it will come, here it is
gather your dress beneath you
and sleep with your face turned to the wall from now on
I want to break you a wing with my knees
your eyes gripping me into a fire
I shall throw them in a bugs’ nest
I won’t look back
I never look back
but now I am coming towards you
I come like a star drilling the darkness
my love
fingers crossed