Hedonism
you know I long for a
new city -
to step her streets with
my soles
to rinse her nights in
my face
to breed new air in
my roles -
new hands - new haze.
new apartment
with wooden windows,
new mascara
painted on my chest
every new morning by a
new girl
and in each bedroom mistletoes hang
apart from here
we turn our cellphones to silence
as we undress
cause I know you long for a
new city -
to step the streets
bare feet
to rinse your face
in nights,
a new chest
to drown with your
mascara
