Consonance

Paralyzed hand
Burdened with obscurity and silence

Sore throat
With the poisonous truth
Blackness of an endless night
Absorbed
By each pore of the skin

Fractured Pain
In the hard core of the night
Shattering 
Like a pure diamond
Endless floating nausea
Like a ghost
Haunting a Lost Paradise

A dream killed in the egg


Frozen ink 
Waves of nausea
Submerging the Belly
With unbearable truths

My voice
Becoming ours

After the apocalyptic silence
After The End of Times
Finding my song again
In our shared views
In our melting breaths

Dancing words
Escaping the drawing of my lips
Becoming the common ship
Of our love voices

Words 
Retrenched in their silence
Invoked
Cherished
Restored to their dignity
Their clothes of light 
Raising the soul

Words 
Entrenched 
Silent 
Prisoners

Purple Lips of Desire
Wild explorers
Of the darkness 
Eyes 
Absorbing the dangerously burning territory 
Of your travels
Caught by the blueish icy cold frozen skies 


Pain of steel
Spread
Through ragged words
Their pure shining crystal glow
A sharpened knife
Wavering
On blurred lines 
Constantly out of reach

Desires
Rebounding  on a hard and cold ground


Seeking
Breathless
The point of convergence
The very exact virtual  place 
Where every Paradise
And  every Hell
Nestled in the hollow of my clay belly
Can fly in pure freedom

My voice
Never the same again
Has sliped
without warning
With its blinded wings
To another expression
Another tone

I'm no longer just me
I am me 
Added to you

What my eyes see
What my mouth tastes
Contains the sweetness of your breath

Our steps 
Carried by the same wave

Our bed of honey and cinnamon
In which sleeping water lilies
Sigh in despair and burning desires