Drame digital

I did not come close to you to put the world in order. No, I did not come to turn pages at random either. I did not come close to you to follow the smell of danger that emanates from some of your words.

My free thought runs lightly over the skin of your back, following the spine from above. I have the purest thought of passing over your entire body with my carnivorous tenderness.

Watch me observe your leg for several long minutes and, all of a sudden, decide to bite your well-drawn ankle, the one you have, like one kisses a baby/like a beast that wants to play. I chose to make those perfect lines my home. How could I not trust the passionate work you do out of love for your tissues?

I did not come close to you to extinguish an enemy body.

Nor did I come to tell you that I have a pure heart and that I see you as transcendently beautiful. I came to demonstrate to you, with a vigorous respect, the violent delicacy that your thousands of gazes make crash onto my skin, stirring my veins and making my poisonous brain lose control. The solitary vertebrae came together for this kind of encounter and the human body metamorphoses for this dance.

I did not come to tell each other things we already know. I came to whistle your name between my teeth, nipples against nipples, when our breasts will no longer leave any space between us.

Yes, yes, the noises are ambiguous. And I listen inside the pulse to how your tongue comments, wetting my eye. I did not come so that we would be fleeting, I did not come through adversity. I came to un-know and to provoke, from the world, a rain that is destined for you. You like rain. Water yourself from my source, beautiful plant.