Majesty I cannot tell you the truth in love For me it is just a state - for you destiny For me, a kind of disguise - for you vocation When Im talking to you, Im just talking to myself Connected we are preconsciously like twins, pre-individually, pre-personally Of one gender Nevertheless Don´t tell me, you don´t know This instinct, passion, fervor, anger When we are in this single moment Equal to God When you are in fact master of life and death Archaic, true, before our religion, morality and our laws come in between Confess: You understand and carry it deep inside of yourself: The old sacrificial ritual This handle for the necessary stab in the carotid artery Or the fist of a Siberian hunter squeezing through the open abdomen a heart Until it simply stops beating Don´t tell me, you don´t know This deepest secret, this free readiness, this forbidden lust This drive to be tied up and to be absolutely unbound at the same time This simple superiority Because you act on Jupiters behest Be a hand of God When you only want to kill When you are a tiger, a cobra When you are death itself, nothing else Don´t tell me, you don´t know it Because last night you stood with the knife in your hand on my bed…
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 08:10:54 +0000
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