Direct Light

Your reckless splendor is Perforating me

When I venture at your side

You're touching me, you're starving me

My bosom is a hive

Where my hungry blood bustles When I venture at your side

My ardor is, my ardor is immeasurable

You're the drill of my soul The thrill of my holes

I'm in the direct light Of your blistering sun

I'm open to your four winds You refuel my senses, Power my nonsenses

I'm at high pressure, I disparticle myself

You're the foreign body Of my inward lands

My glabrous forest, my inner rest, Obscenely inscrutable, proudly elliptic

You're the drill of my soul The thrill of my holes

I'm in the direct light Of your blistering sun