My Unnecessary Body

Why is passion avoiding

my fresh body?

Why cannot lust breach a door ajar?

Immersed in screaming,

I look for respite from salty words,

words tasting like

your trembling, moist skin.

 

Before I set out to find

deserted islands, before I sense

the source of your light,

I will have finished humming

the same ballad, the same song

of frightened tears,

of rapid breathing.

 

Take the rain pearl off my lips,

give me a completely random kiss,

a touch that strip me

of my unnecessary body.