dirty (again)
No shadow has the color that smiles within your eyes like a caress who walks on all paths unspoken .. what is happiness? This is it. Who is happiness? we are .. a slap on your clay to leave their mark forever. I’m sipping your soup in which your dried blood still boils. sip it with thirsty lips of all sweet and filthy dust.. I have under my fingernails pieces from the world’s skin. Trees bend of the worldly unknown pleasures, as multiple slaves of happiness .. nothing is more impressive than our happiness smile .. we’re counting paths, floors, sand, your cells. I am melting and mixing you with everything I am. Cause nothing is impossible, but there’s nowhere better than here, nowhere there isn’t more, and more warm, and beautiful as here, in the back of your hand, where I scatter and unfold your fingers with lips, with eyes and where I find everything I ever looked for
