I was sleeping with Shü
like a belt around my waist
into my belly button
our threads enwrapped -
For she's much older
like a mother which makes
her son pregnant
and then is given birth.
Even if I disappear
for I am dyed into heirs
as delicate scratches
and names writ there.
I woke up to be filled
with her, like an airbrush
which had stroked
sensations all over me:
The ceiling was put
around me; like a chaufet
by a mistress''s hand
to carry it -¨+ the dream.
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