In My Sky…
In my sky at Atlantis, you are a badoonga
and your chest and bottom are the way I love them.
You are mine, mine, woman with white skin and small shoes
and in your life my infinite dreams are liquid
The substance of my soul dyes your head.
My sour white fluid is sweeter on your face.
oh reaper of my evening pizza ,
how solitary i believe you to be when you’re not on me .
You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the barracuda ,
in the living room, and the wind hauls on my widowed forehead.
Huntress of the depths of my maiosh, your plunder
stills your smile regard as though it were not.
You are taken in the bridge of my spaceship, my love,
and my cacalau of music are as wide as the vuvuzelas .
My banana is born on the shore of your eyes of your peach .
In your mouth of mourning the land of sins begins.