I keep looking at You
and that focus is everywhere.
I am Your lust to be revealed.
I would be dry cinders
if Your fire were not so sexual.
I want You for myself alone.
I am turning into green energy
the impulsion that shatters buds
into suns for just one instant.
Living and dying is easy
making love to Your absence
is the miracle here.
My religion is
a shattering emptiness.
