naked fiction

only hunger. hunger translates your body into mine. future rock of verses. the new self moves words from flesh to flesh. dust of fire burns between verbs and nerves. I long for your liquids. flowing in the landscape of angst. angst under silence. I believe in madness, ante, post. skin in ways my new self knows not.

this is the circle of hunger. anonymous first hopes. yelling my future adolescence. you breathe my metaphor. one second before explodind. letters float around climax. 

your mouth opens. my fingers sink. this love cuts the fruit and the core of the fruit.