Bud

I am a wanderer through Your repeated innocence

I am a word you’re holding on to

I am pussy-likeness of a rose, a morning of courage

I am the hyacinth of cockyness

I am the violets blossoming through our kissing

I am budding of love which nobody hears

I am a dew of love over the world’s body which nobody sees

I am shagging which undermines all corruption

I am fuckability which liberates the world from hypocrisy

I am Your light which yearns for my light

I am wondering the rims of Your proliferation

I am all days that have passed in searching for each other

I am the vehemence of goodness drawn by the vehemence of indescribable beauty

I am swimming in the middle of the Danube from Belegis to Stari Banovci

I am only one more day on the dusty road to the Bowing to the Divination of Sex and Divination through Sex

I am another two days on the dusty road to the Bowing to the Wedding through Sex

I am another three days on the dusty road to the Bowing to the Friendship of Sex

I am another four days on the dusty road to the Bowing to Sisterly Sex

I am another six days on the dusty road to the Bowing to the Revolution of Sex

I am another seven days on the dusty road till the Bowing to the Guilelessness of Sex