Time was the bound
of silence tongue
and the bound was time
speak it with the tits language
because a tender force lived
filled, an atom filled too of misery
And the claims goes to nowhere
like a shadow on the mouth
because the step was given and aims
to the end of kisses and touches
and forbidden was all the nudity
and the ritual begun.
the legs and the private parts,
and all the infinite brown of nipples
and all the mask of the oil of love.
That summer, -this summer too-
that day, that force -this force too-
between single bodies and single times
collapsed every petting and they were young
and gifted and black, and they were unloved: oxide
dust of metalic lovers metalic punch of sex communion.
Under their hands and under their tongues
lived a temptention of horny size
jumbo sized horny collapse: the machine
of being all lonelyness comitment
all lonely perverted imagination
destroying love and peace and reminding
and the inner clock: the hormonal instict
called violent tenderness
violent throwback penetration.
This machine never stops
behind and in front of every toy
moment that were filled with
and the biggest shadow of inner sex and outsider
clothes in the name of the energy and the mystical
and always again and again and again like
an infinite oral sex speaking
an infinite decibels
louder than a orgasmic woman groan
never stoped never born never sold.
loving and unloved couples
and sharing the oil, infinite purpose
as an infinite complot of throwback
again and again and again because luxury sin
is always the worst) where everybody was
and painful mechanic impulse
biggest than an orange, and all forgotten
unhealthy way of think about sadness and silence
again and again and again into the inner shadow.