PLEASURES...

UNDERNEATH

We spoke of our deceased ancestors
And music that made us dance
Restlessly
Until we swam into a violet night
The moon outside your window flickered
Full and round
Like someone's hope
Squashed somewhere under your pillow
And forgotten

I know you will come back to please the God of mine
You'll hum the endless song of worship
And curse the demons away
Step outside my door and turn your head
I know you will...

My foot
Hanging out from under the duvet
Cold and withered
With nails polished into red
Permanent inducement
Beneath
There's a flash and blood
And warmth that makes them boil

You pressed my head against the pillow
Bruised into purple fell out some expired hope from underneath
I changed its name to mine
And put it back there
To get it acquainted with the fears of yours
That also dwell there

I know you will hold your breath to please the God of mine
You'll whisper the creed before night falls
Kneel before I am ready
To believe
I know you will...?

ON THE ABSOLUTE THING CALLED HOPE

Pray to your God
While lying next to me
In the morning
I knock you on the shoulder
When we wake up to become older again
Your hand rests under my head
And cigarette burns itself out

Pray to your God
As we pick up our clothes off the floor
And cherish the scent of almighty coffee
You always drive me home by the dawn
And kiss me goodbye

It's because I don't belong to your neighborhood
To foreign to realize that only rare steaks are real...

Pray away to your God if you have one
We need a souls' inflation
To realize that only inner things
Remain infinite and absolute

And if you want me to keep your bed warm
In embryonal position untill the dusk
I'll stay
You will come home to bask in my smell
To bask in my skin

Pray to my God
To your God within I pray...