A prostitute spars with the trickster painting trader.
The shining needles of sword catch the sun, fire rains across the garden grounds.
People will drown Lilly’s for our laughter.
But we don’t have any daughters, our hands only touch each other’s foreheads.
With Lilly water we paint secret maps of the canals, where treasure is found.
Spreading egyptian lipstick on our tongues,
The loving or sheepish fever from it.
Full sentences are for business or marriages only!
Words that mean the World,
rattle off the tongue as if yearned.
This is the language of the Gestalts of Love.
To drink wine; laughing, trading, fucking.
We were hired by the garden to be background singers for their daydreams.
Those who drown the Lilly’s are who make our paint,
So we can retrace the maps of roads they didn’t take.
You write a satire for Time when you paint my forehead, others watch as if they had discovered how to move clouds for the first time.
To watch through Lilly water.
The ideas a painting trader and a prostitute can mold. How currencies of secrets and cleverly can create gold.
I view you like marbled shine of fat on a chuck eye cut.
No, I don’t have a fetish for 17th century authors. I want to fuck what was hidden for me to find.
The idea of time kills your erection? Wisdom (Chokmah) feels the same.
A cryptic text written by a soft hand wrapped in tender flesh makes me cum more than you can.
Sometimes it doesn’t, it depends on how long you can fuck the past.
Sometimes they can only fuck the future, eager moans turn into echoes.
They jump into the mouth of whos tongue only cries and consumes.
The tongue helps them die as a Christian martyr, on the precipice between children’s thighs.
To reach wisdom and the meat it contains in butchery, learn how you could fuck a woman or man in shy reach of your century.
A simple practice, what harm could be done?
To self create a sensitive memory, to induce.
To self create a memory without it being inflicted.
To create a fetish thats deeper.
To be one not just with the present.
To be one not with the community.
To be One with the Noone.
To drop eggs not only in the same bed.
But throughout time.
Just like Einstein intended.