This is the oldest poem I know
It is about me
And you
There is also the moon
Fluid dot in the deep blue
And I want to lick it
Carry it on my tongue
Bring it to you
And if you stare at me
Undecided
I want to open my fists
And send all the stars floating
But the moon is in love
With the blue earth
He is not the only one
Is he?
The sun burns with lust
The earth is a bitch of course
Twirling in the attention
So relentlessly
They pull
And release
Each other
In this carnal cosmic dance
Do you feel it?
On a day that was hot
Hot with his desire
The sun leaves red
A giant ball of crimson
And when the moon comes along
And when the moon comes along
Its honey in colour
Do you feel it?
The Convulsions of mother earth
On a night like this
I will lie naked next to you
And you will tell me
The oldest poem we know
And when our lips meet
The stars will disappear
The moon will become powder
The sun will hide behind a cloud
And the earth
The earth will stop turning.

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