Poem my

Edging

Swelling,

grieve for yourself.

Edging,

puncturing,

the thick skin of the system.

Redness,

permeates the surface

the only colour inside me

the colour we share within us.

Liquidation,

after the liquid jet,

declare bankruptcy,

give up everything.

No matter,

lemon sorbet, biscuits, or cream,

mousse,

or chocolate.

Pain,

Au Chocolat,

eaten, melted, evaporated.

Encounter,

death is an orgasm

amor,

a-mor.

Non-time-space

Stillness,

stillness in motion,

the motion of that which is still.

High faggoty voice,

a translucent oily bubble.

Levitating time,

levitating danger,

there is no time,

time collapses within itself.

Dance in the universe,

let's sit down,

do a divination.

Feeling the magnetic fields,

of the moon,

again, take me,

rim the moon,

make a circular movement.

What stops you

from feeling a sustained orgasm?

the breeze on your face.

all the stimulation.

Either… and…

I want to be annihilated,

not trying to actually disappear.

how much potential there is,

to make a mistake.

Back to zero,

pregnant men,

with all the gender and nongender variants.

Body of orifices,

stable,

with different tendencies,

we are different.

I don't want to be him,

I want to be him

artists,

artists are madmen.

Blessingly that we still have,

orgasm,

transmission, metamorphosis and liberation,

we will meet again.