Jean Jacques Andre
I.
The storm begins with snow, the bells are ringing
,
winnow the hours and our sleep is
after the storm after it was still softer, more
wild and sweet, your breasts
flush fur.
II.
Nightmare skull, sky and language,
Verdi's face it rejected the ghost faded
closing my eyes to see better, better
mirror and the eye marriage
life is theater - the iris of dreams because
we can still die mime
With you I die beautifully,
by inventing other firsts
fear and puppet
then she spoke with a
flavor that does not exist on my tongue
a dry scene, which
s orchestra golden
Rest.
III.
When any circus, New France,
singing evokes Baroque,
virus in the night you come with me,
beyond the life we do drama
the shadow of thy thighs kidneys miraculous
Then it was a kiss that night evokes
then it was a leaf tan any dead
was my hand on the bottle
your heart tiara
and you, my beautiful skin port and suicide
your voice that opened Callas
enjoyment drunk like a star, the
mime dream dreams and your bare hands on my heart
yours
beating our hearts beat together
fighting with bare hands
IV.
I missed my glove, "she said,
A large black glove, plays yoke
the game is a dream true,
I am looking for the lost glove, Flemish
of his voice and flamenco
she spoke in signs and sophists
sophisticated.
I do not have time to recover,
I said.
Jean Jacques Andre
V.
Your mouth brooding like a brain enlarged
all this opium that eats wealthy
we smoked strawberry nose,
legibly and oh! live, sleep
syringes, Joy Division,
your kidneys through which the dawn
on your breasts olives my hands together
saliva
on your skin vertigo vaccine
you alone I hear that
I mean drinking
sailing as a police siren as a factory
orgasms whines
amorosa and spelling of codeine
our hearts compelled
Your whining is an organ
speeders when our eyes ablaze Fellini
all alone in your
any spineless cowardice in your drinking bouts
you and you alone and naked emotion
your vulva was bawling like a swallow kills
orgy
crying still desires ocean
s'hallucinent hours before us and we
color mascara mask will
,
a caress us as backward and perverse
London bed shadows
latex
cigarettes and tears you cry tears
that rocked back and wine
enjoy your doll in wax
Before dying lures, this small
excruciating syncopation in your eye and fierce and strong,
I loved all your stories very sweet, but not
crazy trip, more souls aristocrats, and high
psychopaths,
Which of us is more myth
than the other?
VI.
You're grand arrival, pink,
in a big loose robe,
extraterrestrial green
and France,
dance, dance,
pink and black and white.
VII.
I do not know who I am,
do you know?
skinned soul we heartily enjoyed your mango
Eve tambourine
atmosphere that bass, fuck, that
tambourine,
behind the mist of our sweat eucalyptus
with my finger I traced
your name,
on your body with my finger,
all the names in the world.
VIII.
The snow has closed on time, maybe
bells thunder
hours empty as gold, sage
our door,
after rabies after it was even crazier.
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