As usual 

the door is secured 

with a muted click 

and a closing of the eyes


Finally we face each other

bodies sterile for the rite

Soon she folds me in 

with Coca-Cola eyes

And the never-ending everywhere kiss


She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god


So alive 

curled in her secret corner 

I drink the different tears

And afterwards asleep 

her breath a low whistle

I listen long and breathe deep


She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god


Then harsh light invades 

we linger and linger

'Til our growling middles 

force us to rise


Like mischievous children 

we clean up our mess

And we dress quickly 

sneaking one last 

gorgeous glimpse


She's always pure in love, in anger

She's a poet although accidentally

She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god

Kissing god