To be a drop on your breasts,
to be a clear bright drop
on thirsty skin,
to be a restless drop
on ardent breasts,
to be the absorbed drop on your body.
To be a kindling in your fire,
to be a blazing fire in your fire,
to be a giant fire
in the fire of your life,
to burn, burn, burn down
and be ashes diffused by
the breath of your passion,
to feel nothing any longer, desire nothing.
Only in destruction there is peace, there is love,
only in destruction is there an infinite loyalty,
dead objects love with the calm of eternity,
o to be a rock in the field
of your love.
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