Memories of Future

Closing Calm

And, I look at you...
Piercing through the deconstruction
Of light by the layers of bubbles.
I don't know if it's the little red wine
Or just the black of your eyes
That makes me feel dizzy
In the most calming and stormy way possible.
With partially parted lips
From the previous steamy kiss,
Rough skin covered in
Alluring scented foam,
Eyes full of wonder
To discover a faraway land,
I'm here with all my offerings.
Well, in life, certainly I'm at a war.
An epic archaic war
With the demons
Whom I myself created.
I'm using the word "archaic" here
'Cause otherwise it'll be too late
And I'll end up totally forgetting
Such words.
Cause by now I can feel
Your lips on creases of my nape,
On the log of my right collar-bone,
Then gliding through my jawline,
Leaving the tresses of you.
You're on a voyage of desire
And I was named as "Desired" by birth.
Your tongue, just like you,
Likes to tease me...
Exhausts my perked nipples
And the moles on my skin 
while the sharp cold bathtub water
Isn't at all helping.
You are warm.
Your palms carry Inferno
For me to be burnt.
Your fingers are living penances,
The ones that I yearn.
The Streax of tears streams
From the ends of my eyes
When I feel the fire of your fingers
On my one precious pearl.
They reach the deep allies
And hidden cornered latibules
Into the precinct of pleasure,
As they are used to play harmoniums.
Your name gets engraved in my voice,
Like words in the mind of a word-slut.
Through the chaos of depravity
The fountain brings the closing calm...
And, I look at you...
Piercing through the deconstruction
Of light by the layers of bubbles.
I don't know if it's the little red wine
Or just the black of your eyes
That makes me feel dizzy
In the most calming and stormy way possible.

23/10/2023