The right spark

Words between us were sharp like a wasp' sting
and the streets seemed like sand dunes,
when I'm still waiting on you...

Inside a coffin I kept your touch
and a mighty crown tangled in your hair,
trying to find an endless rainbow
for both of us...

My hands are still full of flesh and bones,
and your belly has a slight taste of bread,
your body is the cathedral I worship in...

You were the wild summer,
and a thousand thunderstorms,
I was the tamed lion who smiles at the walls
that I've been painting again
with the same vivid color.

I don't even know how to recognize kisses from roots,
I don't even know how to set aside the complicated from the simple stuff,
and now you're on my list of all the promises I must forget
everything burns if you apply the right spark.

That fire which was sometimes ours,
but the ashes were not,
white sperm rolling down the spine.

Now we're older and truthtul, and who really cares?
if we still pay too much attention at the lake
as it's called the eternity of the absence.

I don't even know how to recognize kisses from roots,
I don't even know how to set aside the complicated from the simple stuff,
and now you're on my list of all the promises I must forget
everything burns if you apply the right spark.

Extra verse, rare version:

Write down with coal in my thoughts,
that we crossed together oceans of time;
drawing the beetles of my fantasies,
a little bit is so much when you just need a little bit.