Desire is a red pomegranate,
Planted by the fountain
Of crystal-clear waters.
You are, my darling,
The electric lightning
That shakes
The foundations
Of my new Jerusalem.
Everything was ready
For me to lipping you up.
I transfigured myself
While you loved me.
As if I were
Fruitful Euphrates River
In the middle of the hanging
Gardens of Babylon,
A warm waterfall
Traveled all the way
Of my spinal cord
When your volcano erupted
In the interstice of my tongue.
And we went for a moment
A sidereal landscape
Of red pomegranates
Fallen lightning
Mature rivers
Streets of gold
Walls of solid pearls
Sea clear as crystal.
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