I wish to be the sky
To wet myself in the horizon
With the blue of its sea.
In the this blue union
...
I can see broken
Bones and bodies apart
Hearts
Between fingers and explosive beans
...
I am in motion
Like a red snake from a neutral land lubber
With a dream between my intoxicant eyes
Looking for anyone
...
Like an unborn
Whose destiny is near
Delightful intrepidity
I am lost in this underhand
...
We have short time
To see each us well;
We have certain word
That cannot fix the past spring.
...
Forget the tranquil long song
Designed to feel
From certain beat
That is gone
...
White skin, stretched up
Catching the light of the summertime
When a cry unseen
Fell under the mountain side
...
No more head shaving
No longer I am able to gallop
After the ready bison
...
Come, ghost mine
Just for a minute or two
Let us dance you and I
Between the waves
...
My history beckons like the dry town of Prairies.
Cute and fierce, fearless and enslavement
As the likeness on the Platte: The Powder, the Niobrara,
The Tongue, the Snakes, and the Yellowstone
...
No more head shaving
No longer I am able to gallop
After the ready bison
...
Blue Against Blue
I wish to be the sky
To wet myself in the horizon
With the blue of its sea.
In the this blue union
Our bodies are fused
In gargles of love and immortality.
I wish to be the sky
To embrace you delicately
With those sluggish crimson dusks
Of immense whishing.
I wish to be the sky
To appreciate you from the heights
So to enlighten our bedroom
With resplendent stars
And the silver moon ray
Toward the liquid white foam
Of our gods.
In this to be dusky softness
We melt and I get wet
In its immense sea
Like the sky gets wet
In the enormity blue of the sea
And my wishes!