An ice-blue uterus
filled with clouds and contrails.
A rippling promise that we all will return
into amniotic fluid, even if chlorinated.
I accept everything. I renounce everything.
I sink into everything, clothed only in a wet beard.
I float in you like trash, like dead insects,
like a gasoline spill, like lazy sperm
and dream of all the fat, which now dreams
in one of your repetitions the same dream about me.
Seen from the sky, you are one of the countless teardrops
painted on the mask of a murdered demon.