lies

I’ve got the particular amount of darkness
That appears and melts before sunset
And it gives me the past and its odour
And the cloud’s getting upper and colder
And it’s black like a cat; all the mice
Tell me beautiful beautiful lies
And I lay before sunset and hear them
Deadly bays and the ocean between ‘em

Start to cry if there’s nothing to laugh of
I’m a woman, a ship, rusty guitar,
Shaped like dirt and industrial product
Of my heart s getting bigger and colder
As you wish through your beautiful mouth
As I’ve always been telling by mice

Not alone but in places of snowing
There is only my room, I control it
To be clean, to be warm, to be fed
And sometimes to be kissed in my head
By your lips which I always kiss more
Than do yours. Kisses before you turn,
Very last tastes as if you’re so tired
Of my mouth,
And I lay still and quiet.
And get bigger and colder, and colder,
It reminds me of past and its odour.

I have never met anyone but
(There’s a blank, everyone is enough of
Me in first fifty minutes of love)
But I hold you in force during hug.
Naked body is language of hope
To be able to love, to be loved.

I collected these movements of chests
Angles, elbows and knees, which are leaving.
Semi-visible glimps through the lashes,
And it hurts and I know what it means.
You’re enough, your enough of my smell,
Your fulfilled, your fulfilled with my touch.

But in moments of darkness I will
Wait for beautiful lies of your mouse.