ultra-animal-violet

Under the uv light

We

tire up clothes

slash meat

flesh

we break

some bones

and roar

and howl

gloomily like the wolfs

cry

tears and snot

we spit

and mess it all

with saliva

but our teeths

get sharp

and angry

factious

eyes get deranged

a single slice

of lucidity

before hot temperature

to increase

blood to boil

simmer

we simply sit down.

I sit down, he

Turns the lights on.

It’s another world

We get to another world

As quickly as the switch

We keek each others

We band to our bodies

And meal

We make love

Something as rude

and raw

as making love

when you attain

a part of the world

or a shadow of a room

illuminated by some specific lightning

on smelly grey sheets

with few particles

of night light

hardly watchable

and a background sound

of interspersed moans

compiled

with minds

capable of everything

and as the night go by

the wolfs howl

and we make love

and moan

and you get hard

and I get wet

and there’s a special light glimming on the ceiling

and you call that something

ultra

animal

violet