There´s no
heaven
away from the sweet hell-fire of your silent being
There´s no
spring or summer
if I fall deep in your arid silence
There´s no
reason to smile
if your breath is not soaking my body.
There´s no
and there is not,
Nowhere
else to shelter my soul,
But in the
graveyard of your lovely arms.
There´s no
more cerulean sky
drenched in tears of joy.
There´s no
sunlight
if I am not bathed in your golden gaze,
There´s no
wide-awake mornings
if your scent evades my senses.
There´s no
and there is not
Nowhere
else to hide my sorrow
But in the
blatant sea of your juicy lips.
There´s no freedom
if the emptiness of the world welcomes me,
There´s no passion
if the emptiness of the world welcomes me,
There´s no passion
restrained from within your prison of lust.
There´s no new beginning,
If your touch is not building up my future...
There´s no and There is not
Nowhere else to silence my plaintive mournIf your touch is not building up my future...
There´s no and There is not
but in the joyful haunting of your humming love.
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