Lick my body
from the feet to the point
no shape, no space
that beats on my sternum.
Lick my skies one by one;
you modulate and explode my hells,
you chisel with your brutal attack
all trace of my meat
between the earth and the zenith.
By loving us we will touch death,
we will make it stand up and scream
let your thorn curl
in silver spasms.
we will cover the afternoon with silent howls
and we will break the moorings
that hold the sun.