Let me walk onto your burned shreds
And suck the slits in your broken ties.
Wait till you die,
Wait till the earth weeps enough
To bring you alive.
I will stay till the ocean returns
The pearls of my womb.
I will crave till you pierce my death
With your gun.
I was born in a daze of euphoric insanity,
They read the history which exudes from
My peacock eyes,
One stroke of brush and portrait will flower again.
When crowds will celebrate the flesh of a grapevine,
The blood will wash the sins the
That I commit with every breath.
Till then O stranger…
Be me and lay in my grave!
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