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.
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