IV - No one enters here with the words
In the middle of the night wakes me up your dream,
the dream where you were.
The body in half delivered/surrendered
tongue mouth fingers
spread out/extend the bridges
to the swivelling/rotating/turning rock of desire.
Your embrace/hug in other embrace/hug,
pink from the breasts where I suck from.
In the middle of the night
I wake up and repeat sacred sacred/sacrum sacrum
the bread has been devoured/eaten/consumed
the honey the wine and the cherries.