I lose purity in the beginning of each morning to come,

When I swim in the weed of your irises and dive in your dilated pupils,

I breathe you in and feel is no way back to my obsessions,

My real self informs me from the edge of your retina:
”I think I’ll jump this time, you better save this image”

Your bitter skin takes me over and keeps me bonded,

While your lips warmly whisper:
“Licking your soul is the ultimate attraction so let it all go”,

My ribs cage instinctively opens and wraps around you.