5064 You carry inflammable desire

In your black eyes, hey! 

You carry inflammable desire 

As if it were the reservoir 

Of oil wells in Kuwait.

My tongue 

Is like a flame 

In the dark.

Desire plays an opening act 

In the show 

Of pleasure.

We well know 

That what comes up 

Can make 

Hell pale 

When explodes

The supernova 

Of pleasure 

And our sins 

Are impregnated

With pitch 

And tarred 

Inside and out, 

Just as if it were 

Noah's ark.