I will dis-tune myself
From the songs I sing.
I will sing something different from
The tender caress lying in your touch
The different route words carved on your lips.
I'd write something,
Not about the nights we danced in the rain
Or the demon that runs when your beauty sparkles from afar
Not about the promise that shivers in your eyes
When I pluck the stars and nail them in your balls
Or the scent of love that burns incenses
From your bosom to my temple.