THE NIGHT IS COLD AND BLEAK IBD

Sinopse

The night is cold and bleakáis composed of versesthat explore the mysteries of love,shattered humanity, life, andáa flingáwith Death.áI hungeráI hunger for things that have a soulIf you have one, I will eat you...ááI know a womanwho, in order to breathe, writes a line or twoof poetryáI also know a manwho dances, nakedin moonlightwith the ghostof his belovedáI ate them.áI hunger for things that have a souland I am starvingáBecause when I showthe worlda beautifulred rosethey onlyseethe thorns.áI killed myselfI killed myselfa thousand timesin fictionso thatI could facethis lifewithout losingmy Soul.With her arms crossedWith her arms crossed behind her backtrapped in a pillowcase,she was a candle in the night'Write a poem on me' she saidand I obeyed, very carefullyFirst, with my lips, thenwith my tongue, I wroteslowly on her canvaswhile she held me with her eyes &ndash,eyes that spread out like branchestouching the biggest starsMore luminous than the evening,I tore the night to piecesand dipped into her soul'Be gentle' she whispered with a sigh,like a soft flower to the moonwhile I continued to contemplate the fire,burning her secrets with my desireWith my lips replete with her kissesand her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earthto the sun blazing in her bodyI pressed her cheek against the pillowand watched her melting, with every thrustThe sheets, wet and swollen,wild with dreamsShe whimpered, cryingtears of the moon &ndash,yet she was glowingWe died that nightWe died that nightwhen I sankdeepinto her armsand drowned,she held my handto the other sideof life.