I Need Nothing Nothing Other Than That
I need nothing Nothing other than
That night filled with the rustling of a pear tree
I need nothing Nothing other than
Those ribs from the cremated heavens
That heavy air That trumpet wet with saliva
I need nothing Nothing other than
That shining skin That sweat
That downy hair that trembles all at once
I need nothing Nothing other than
That cruel supporter That aromatic phallus
I need nothing Nothing other than
That night of the apostate’s inquisition
That scent of semen and bloodstains