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I have to write love to you
choking here,

turned away,

in wake the of hyacinths garden
in this formless place

beyond the within
confined again
into an alluring night
upon a sleepless silhouette
where I am vapor in the air

here in sorrow I have set
secrets shielded
all logic censored
now my mouth is in an incessant abyss
passions in plasma and the nucleus of the fiend

a heartless climax

wildness of bodies that have her, I call her Luna

I plead to taste 

for my lips to touch fantasy

and lick the juice

that reflectes the light
where I pierce it and then reproduce