Let me put
a new song
in your mouth.
Let me give
you a fresh anthem,
as you taste my melody
and my manhood.
In the dark,
my song will drip
on your lips
like stars
on the skies of your kiss.
I pickpocket your gloom
and unfold the moon,
you’re looking up
and in the light
you find yourself,
keep singing my nightingale
and I will keep bringing you the night.
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