Die Stimme, die schreit, kann nicht Ihr Herz haben

The wetness that cleaves
To a hole in your heart
The substance that stands
On its own
The fires that then build
In correction distilled
Are reactions to falling apart
This flight of these senses
With sensation anointed
Mined deep in the souls
Largest part
Come with me wrapped clean
Nude limb and sweat sheen
incomplete before this a
false start
breath me in through your thighs
with salt liquid your cries
temptation in vaults come apart
flowing wet caress love
decline push neither shove
where emotion rise affairs jointed caught
pause for joy in this scream
push point into this dream
the flower lip erupt from the dark
its petals expand
at rough usage command
with your lover entwined through the heart