Into the deep
Where the body stretched
To the breaking point
Where I will be alone
In the big deep press
Where I remember a hand
That blessed
That for the first time
Warns me
And which shows me
The way
To breathe
So that
I don't forget
I feel the deep wildness
In the taste of your skin
And strokes one hand
Not mommy's hand:
It's yours
And soothe me
One hand to stroke
One hand for throttle
So, I'm unable to hate
Though, it's not too late
To change
Again
Strip
Stroke
Strong
And stride
Drift
Drink
Dream and drive
Something's behind