The animal exposes his golden contracted torso while you
Carve letters in the atmosphere, with your feminine hips.

All of the carnal creatures slowly understand the shifting of roles
While you strengthen your legs by walking,
All over them.

My intervertebral discs
Is entwined romantically with your flesh.
I crawl daily, marching in and out of :

a) Your perverse mucus.

Just to awake inside some familiar, apathic dream.

Your saliva is bounding my legs together and making me trip and fall
And tumble down in to your secret rabbit hole.

"And one day" I keep promising,
It will make all the regrets eventually bend and break both of our backs.

My intervertebral discs are still stubbornly being grafted in your skin .


Hugo