Matza Di Lourde

 Smite me for love

Our love camped out

Setting fire to a commonplace

- There's sweet time, there's time!

I crack your name

and rises in heat waves

And I prick my nails

like forks

on your skin, abstractly.

And bleed an early orgasm

precociously, mine.

Our love camped out

violating an ordinary time.

- I don't have time, I don't

The hourglass, fierce

Warns our bodies

That time has run out,

in the appointments and we

We'll see the day grow black

And we'll fast love

in the name of a river without a mouth.