“Where red arrives
I see no more waves
Smashing against hard cliffs
Where red arrives
I see thunder becoming peaceful
Like bees searching for honey
Along a monochrome field
During the most sublime
Of these everlasting sunsets.
Where red arrives
I see no more movements
Penetrating in your hard legs
Where red arrives
I see moans becoming quiet
Like my fingers searching for you
Along a monochrome blanket
During the most authentic
Of these everlasting orgasms.
Clouds above us are red
Like our hearts filled
By the most passionate love.
Where red arrives
There are no clouds
Where red arrives
We have overcome
A thousand flat worlds
Felt our legs in legs
Linked our eyes
And jump into our mouths
Where red arrives
I can only feel you
And see nothing else
Than love,
Pure love.”
Alex B. B
