Benjamin and Faith

Benjamin and Faith
If all these fluids diving into crystals could hold the body more than a father? when the sun disappears I feel the odor of  amber and it fits well while reminiscin about polaroids from October,nostalgia dries lips and wet pads scribbled,like a cup of raw black wine,eagerness to see again the last walk of your shadow leaving by a gap which,under faded circurmstances became so eternal and lethal,doors,between petty bottles on the forniture guarded by a sleepy soldier who let stumble away our massive vibration adressed as love,i mean for sure my fault because  the faucet never stopped crying on the rocks, the hailstorm really affects if the city is too soft,why I feel so hot? why I dont wanna rest? why only cans,mugs,jugs give me few colors to paint this hood and a long feeble carpet direct to the bottom of your back all the way to the neck? i got a fist full of stanzas and the eyes full of gin but nothing can flood your curves now dead in my pupils,we met between bubbles,sparks in the darkest rum,words of caramel and caresses of cinnamon,fuck,i swallow an umpteenth sip of memory and its like fire,i grab keys,i make a u-turn to run back  at the blend of two spirits
Meanwhile on the other side of the road
Hypothermic,because this flat never been so cold, the soft skin underneath still kisses the hard floor where we used to sleep,we used to simmer moves,no tiles,was more a stove,i dream often about the fabric of your hair trough my hands,far from materialism but profane and the passion was rushing viciously by the libido's gate into both scalps with our moans,fetal position inside the temple,then the morning arriving so damned slowly escorted by an imposing alchemy,so naked like the ancestry,your private is cotton candy on a sunday,it cant be true that i wrote another sonnet about you,it lives and it will as those scratches on my back,sandpaper,whatever we experienced on the beach got erased by the seas of comets,till my last second i wont lie,lately I been touching myself,no ashame or disrespect for the other beautiful creatures but certain parfumes and dust of lights cant be easily replaced,you were my feminine feline but probably now you found a perfectly geometric half, i mean a regular"she" and dodging togheter tempting fangs,prey between legs,signs on navel,saliva tattoes on the lap,I certainly lost the best tastes,i hate grey as you remember well,i hate bitches,im facing my wrong and it burns,fresh stitches.Snorting new powder cant get me high like the expressions of a past shared,the only thing i got now in my purse,is the will to jump
Benjamin and Faith are two parallel strings of the same instrument,but always,straight lines can't clash,they just follow one tune.