histoire du feu/histoire de la separation

past all these rivers i run to escape from the fire i have seen in my eyes. you drink my liquid hands. the air sounds like a poisonous guitar. mon cocaïne, ma heroine, my fatal sin. the heat of venus is near. the black skin swallows skin. you drink my liquid hair. the blind bird closed the milky shutters of the night. bound by some abstract burden. like centuries, like love.

::: unseen flowers under your feet as you walk :::