Punch me in the face.
Such a powerful kiss you possess.
Left me bruising, screaming on the wise mountain top
Let’s go deeper than that…
Transforming, becoming one
Words that connect our souls, minds who speak of it all,
Our bodies, only skin and bones. Two snakes healing the wounded universal self.
Breathe in… your touch penetrates my experiences… you feed me with new words: knowledge and awareness.
Breathe out… and I am lost. I forget everything, I thought I knew.
I am willing to give up all, to confront what is not there. Impossible to miss what was never there.
Give me back the words you owe me. With interest.
Return all the stars you stole from my mind’s universe. My moon feels lonely.
Oh, I no longer feel a liar. My truth lies behind your lips.
Punch me in the face, with your kiss
Again and again.
I am becoming. You are becoming. We are becoming. They are becoming
Oh I no longer feel a victim. I became the hyena, devouring the baby gazelle
Breathe in…I feel gratitude.
Breathe out… and pain becomes the necessary phantom.
Pain, my inevitable passion. Your inevitable passion. Our inevitable passion. Their inevitable passion.
For we are so madly in love with the masochists that we have all became.
Indeed, punch me in the face
Stronger, this time.
Leave me dead, next to the ancient tree.
Bleeding, feeling alive for the first time.
You and me. Not us, Not them.
How obliged am I for this!
Breathe in… my friends define my existence.
Breathe out… I leave everything as I have found,