LOVE and LUST

I'll reveal my secret to you
It's a story that I killed you!

See the blood of this knife
I thrust it into your belly
in the valley under woods.
You opened your legs like
the wings of butterfly and
formeded the rainbow of night
into the womb of the ground.
The mysteries stuck involving
the point of the knife, bound it tight.
My tongue obtained language, bent and
was numbed with a north polar region.
The increase of consentration and
blood of space were stinking up.
''It does not need to be afraid.
Keep cool'' persuading myself to do
I dyed my knife with the red bloom
which I grasped tightly, and go.
Shaking curvature and a throat,
you projected the breast like
an ancient goddess, extended
both hands just then, and
scratched and plucked the ground.
Air was thin and I was already stifling.
The weapon and my insanity
were provoked by friction of meat.
Violence expanded aiming at justification.
It was hot like fire at continuation
of extraction and insertion.
The leaves of the trees in woods
were noisy and burned
rising the smell of like
the fire of the butcher.
Like the blacksmith who serves God,
I established technology in the act.
My soul unifies the boundary of
the technology of violence and
the technology of love with the flesh.
No soul was told but was paid by proxy of the flesh.
I traced your form from your inner side.
I gazed at you who were distorted
for agony and pleasure.
Pricking up my ears, I caught your breath.
Membrane was strained to a limit,
and was loosened and you also twitched as meat.
It was sufficient for me for a moment,
and I didn't look aside, either.
The white of your eyes were skinned,
your tear accumulated in the eye area was followed,
and I got down in quest of your id to the bottom of
the deep well in which groundwater was stored.
Accomplishment of my desire was checked by seeing.
It didn't depend for the proof
of existence on imaginative power.
My knife was not a vessel any longer.
It was absorbed into you so that
it might tear apart, might be heavily smeared
with the oozing mucus and the membrane
interrupted as the others might be coveted.
Oh, I love you, my darling, darling !
It interferes, and two persons' wave motion
which suited serves as a soon big surge, and goes.
If you bend backward to a bow repeatedly,
and try resistance by toughness like a spring
and or is thought so, you will begin to melt like
honey and will give me up into dazzle and a shiver.
I bent the backbone, correct my position
and strained the muscles of both the hips intentionally.
The net which constitutes the world was tied
with one point, and the boundary of oneself
and others disappearwd. ---It was the moment !
With the sharp shout of your moment of death,
perspective was reversed at the point of my knife.
The nebula whirled around by the inner side
of the pipe of meat, it became a rapid stream,
and I was attacked.
I was instantly flipped off and was degenerated
to the equation as a murderer.
Upside-down from the subject of an act to the object.
And you who were the others triumphantly.
I lost quickly strength in my passion
which grasped the weapon.
You threw the dictionary of the thick blank paper
at my pale back left at a brisk pace.
What do you say "Write in now"?
Is lack of imaginative power
fill uped with regret?
I would carry out a self-alienation
person's recovery of lost territory to not wishing.
It was an end which didn't carry out
anticipation at all, either.

I'll reveal my secret to you
It's a story that you killed me!