i call you
ugh, you, – my incubus lover,
i'm surrounded by ugly souls
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through their veins flows pus,
unfurling up a mephitic smell
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their gazes suppurate dislike
while their smiles are putrid
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thank god, my flower garden
reveals perfume and colors
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and birds disperse their music,
and your imps chase 'em away
…
ugh, you, the word of my word,
sing to me... sing to my desires
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embrace, embrace my dreams,
dreams credible and incredible
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travel, travel in all my missives
chronicled to you by my future
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there, joviality bears my name,
i'm the one who fulfills wishes
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there, the light of each shadow
stimulates the shadow of light
…
ugh, you, – my incubus lover,
word of my word, – i call you
you're hot, and the sand is burning under your heels
encrusted with bitter clams, encased in emerald
your shadow dressed in salt and burning like incense,
it caresses my chest and puts the warm hell inside
laughing, you were calling me, in the water to roll on the rafts,
so i brought you waves to sing to you in your ears
around us have been gathered little mermaids to help us
to fill our simple eyes with the lights and antique gold [x2]
i tasted from your breast even the hunger,
but i got over, making me thirsty
i drank pearls from you till my neck got leafed,
and i stripped you of the algae, letting the wine get drunk
with the whiteness of your skin and your happy laugh
look, white foams of steam are gazing at us, lurking from the water,
i wanna wrap you in snugs, i want together get cemented in rocks
i want to sink inside you and turn myself into the sea,
in a bottomless sea with nothing else but deep black eyes [x2]
you are hot, — burn like a pagan you are, burn inside me alike,
burn up as no fire or curse has ever burned in the world
two boats floating hand in hand in a last drift and
an old customs house where, as i call to god, i call you [x2]
as i call to god... i call you...
translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon
