Muses, 2024
Some see the sky;
I see the celestial muses.
At the edge of the Earth’s atmosphere, they stand,
an army of Eros,
hot-blooded arrows on their shoulders,
the colours of a silver diadem.
Not even the Northern Lights can measure up to this beauty!
Eternity, 2025
Everything’s about sex – except for sex.
Sex is all about Eternity.
The seven winds of desire carry bodies on stretchers to the depths of darkness, an excess of nocturnal black, flesh wrapped in the velvet of the Mystery.
Eros, 2024
If I’d known
that he wanted to lower me,
and chain me to the rubble of Atlantis at the bottom of the Aegean Sea,
I would have challenged him with a riddle:
How do you chain and drown souls?
Because the only actual chemical reaction
is the summon of an optical vision:
love’s delirium on the foam of the sea.
I Am Love, 2025
I’m erotic.
The universe is erotic.
Death is erotic.
Black holes are erotic.
Eternity is erotic.
The Big Bang was erotic.
The lipstick on his penis is erotic.