lost in that viscous, thick liquid
he delight yourself…alone
sniffing, deeply, licking softly
prolonging his painful heartbeat
so attractive and suddenly changing the color
mixed with a sense of inbred hate, frustration
addicted in a shell, stuck in a cage…..
but sweet at the end….
smelling as limonade
green, liquid, transparent
diving in dreams, in poetry and love
wrapped in ink, canvas, brushes
being alchemist trying to reach
the perfect damp ….the moist
what that mix can be?