• Marine André

Dreaming of your fingers

Dreaming of your

Fingers

Like snakes

Around my

Neck

Insulting

Insulting


Pressing your fingertips on

My desire

My selfishness

Your real nightmare

My salvation

Our vicious ingratitude

There

On your breathless breath

On my betrayed loss


Dreaming of your

Skin

Like snakes again

Sleeping around

Splashing around

Vomiting some

Caresses

And


Insulting

Insulting


The beauty of our craziness is

Like a

Foul

The definition of foul

With a taste of Infinity

A taste of "Bless"

Bless you

Bless us


What is insane if we are not

Nuts

Not nuts

Not enough

And too much


Gosh


Dreaming of your

Fine taste

Fine flame

Fine liquid

On my thirstiness

On our

Lips

Hips


Gosh


Dreaming like too real

Dreaming till being sick

Sick of dreaming

Sick of burning

Sick of smiling

Rude and exhibiting our lack of

Human being


Whispering

Rustling

The meeting of our hard dreams softly demanding and

Creating

A dream of

Death rattle so

Grumbling

Grumbling


Dreaming of your

Fingers

Like snakes

Around my

Neck

Insulting

Insulting