your dreams

your dreams, the insects eating you
with golden belts and plumes on their heads
and the long beards of goats,
a very black vapour of about the stature of a man
rises up into the air

at the base of his skull, his arm
held from above, a storm brewing

that snake caressing your wrists
seizes your throat, the leopard’s throat

that fire I see, a mantilla
draped over my prick, caressing your wrists

that water I see, a perfume
swelling his prick, caressing your wrists

now, the end of time, it’s what you wanted
on my knees, my scream cannot be heard,
only the love in the eye of his head, half eaten