Voodo desire

Words steal time after time

On electronic signs

The threads of your voice

Black is an invention

Sweats – O lighthouse, blue eyed beard, anger lion

Meet each other

Soft tobacco

Soft tobacco si flying, magic carpet

Express train of her kiss

Her her uh huh here

Here here Miles here

The trumpet

Cries

Just

Once

One

note

higher

her…

subway lines rambadamrambadamrambadam

of the heart

angel dust

pours out

on her hips

from Bird’s beak

on each side of the tracks in the middle of the night

words dance and fly away on the city lights

then

the eye

climbs up

the leg

moans

between

the thighs

the eye

there is, in the night, some lights, on the roofs, under you, sweetest tongue, spreading out, ray of hopes, mixing up, on the streets, your hotel, this evening

in

Paris

Quays, their memories

It’s there already

There

The word

The L word

Those love words

Round and round

Her him him her

In the cafés

Crusts of paper and smiles

Your smile

On each corner

Of every street

On every leaf

Of every park

On every sun

Then

The hands

The eyes

Slowly, come

Come on,

Come here

My sweet love

Against me

All ways