Inhale

The last breath, fresh sweat

The smell of petrol in the ragged sky

The body, the mind

The two combined

I saw the spark that you left behind

Inhaling violent music

The massochist cutting

The wild wind painting

Inhaling violent music

The massochist cutting

Sleep

The lusting wind, the flirting dress

I saw the clothes-line tremble, shaking

Your name, your face

I saw your eyes like fingers on me

Inhaling violent music

The massochist cutting

The wild wind painting

Inhaling violent music

The massochist cutting

Geometry

I have tattooed your fingerprints

They are trackmarks on my skin

I am running out of space

I am running out of skin

New York akimbo

Sunday shutdown

New York - your hips

Sunday shutdown

Come on, inhale