Tongues are at work,
the wet tongues of this bonfire…
touching the voids, touching where it matters.
I have found most of the melodies from parched hearts
and this rocky bed, this sheets of waters flowing through the light-years,
making me delusional in tunes.
I am seeing you through the fire,
i am seeing your sleeping breasts through this fire,
i am seeing you like it’s the most prolific ruination there is.
I know a time will come when you won’t roll your fingers carelessly
and you won’t touch my hands with your smoothness,
but this is it…
This is the place where I am going to bury my love
and swim with you through this sunset stream,
i know I am going to take you in darkness and I am going to feed on your dreams of a life…
I know we have already made a chain of civilization through this process of gradual killings.

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Photograph: Morena Luana.

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