You surprised me when I met you at the corner store
Didn´t expect you tbh... this tight leather jacket, a little gold on the wrist
With such a look, an almost imperious one
If I want to take you with me... What could I've said instead?
You were direct and irrepressible, smooth black under the coat
so dominant - no hesitation, no doubts
There was only this demand - almost humiliating. And one question: What can I endure?
Paint, dirt, smell of close bodies and things beyond living. Ashamed wetness.
In your mud until it dries!
Just hard touch - A direct force on every one of my senses
Still permeated, almost secretly, by this gentle-red flower juice in which you sometimes bathe
So alone and all for you
I just endured you defenselessly
At the mercy of all the unspeakable things you acted out on me
Then you picked me up, took me with you to bathe me
In the flower juice I sensed
As if it was supposed to heal something, this orphic ritual
The hours were so long, the school was stricter than any initiation ever before
And now I am yours: fallen, broken, lifted up and marked
You fruit of sin, destruction, you...
Enlightenment and resurrection
Your leather is dirt and of a very dark kind, your soul is sun in evening gold
Is roses in the grove.
Not one of them would be so beautiful, so devoid of all its thorns.
