SCREAM
The screams that are buried in the lungsBuried in the bones and the musclesUnexploded, undeniableCram into a sicknessWhat used to be dry is now soddenSwollen, meaty, moist and juicyMy teeth are bouncing off itA woman pulls out the headful of black hair with her bare handsWalks along the mountain ridges in a dreamRemembrance swarms like mosquitosOpening up the unfocused eyesAs if… Quick, spread the legs without desire wideI take a bite, are you still unmovedYou can scream outTracing along your spineMy fingers created a cold lakeI look around, no one is guardingThe exhibitionist takes out his coatAnd jumps into it with tears on his face
I planned to record your scream as you reached orgasmBut then realize that I’ve pressed the wrong buttonThe moment has been lost, irretrievableYou lie thereStruggling with the body fluid that is getting coldSticky, transparent, elastic flowers in my palmI’m not satisfied; I want to squeeze more out of your bodyThe telephone rings at this momentA herd of deer run past the window and at the same timeBlue winds are dispelled so quickly, wiping out the foams on the margin of the worldEscaping from your half-opened eyesPicking up the phone, silence comesThe desire just awoken breathes and screams in the receiverAs I listen I lick away every drop of your sweat
If you can’t scream then swallow it down