Ex-Posed Heartbeat

I am painting the cave with sand and blood.

birds working Desire

fly and perch 

fly and perch

achieve a new sfumato 

purple red yellow and nothingness

If only I could touch your darkest cell

so full of naked circles climbing deserts in the midst of the path of our life

If only I could stay by the breasts and rivers 

so full of naked flames I cannot read.

So many bodies in pain under the bridge of my oscillating matrix. sparks of real nerves and flowers leaning toward rapture 

while words by lines unveil devoured flames.

There is only one Event: springs of fire.