Under Bitter Skin

I lose purity in the beginning of each morning to come, When I swim in the weed of your irises and dive in your dilated pupils, I breathe you in and feel is no way back to my obsessions, My real self informs me from the edge of your retina: ”I think I’ll jump this time, you better save this image” Your bitter skin takes me over and keeps me bonded, While your lips warmly whisper: “Licking your soul is the ultimate attraction so let it all go”, My ribs cage instinctively opens and wraps around you.