I want to stay on your body
Like a tattoo
So as to give you courage
To go on your journey
When the night comes
And also to perpetuate myself
As your slave
That you grab, scrub
deny, but does not wash away
I want to play on your body
Like a ballerina
Who soon drives you crazy
Jumps and illuminates
When the night comes
And on the exausted muscles
Of your arm
I want to rest loose, withered
satiated, dead tired
I want to weigh like a cross
On your back
That shreds you to pieces
But deep down you like it
When the night comes
I wanna be the scar
Laughing and corrosive
Marked on the cold*
With iron and fire
On raw flesh
Mother's hearts, harpoons
Mermaids and snakes
Which scribbles on
Your whole body
And you don't feel