I Want to Live
Help me to get out alive
From the mazes of firm lips and black hair.
My battle with you is not equal,
For I am not like a small fish
Swimming in a tank of fluid copper.
Help me to catch my breath,
For my pulse is no longer natural,
And my time has become subject to the temperament of your breasts.
If they sleep, I sleep.
If they awaken, I awaken.
Help me to distinguish between the beginning of my fingers,
And the end of your spine.
Help me to travel the map of your body,
For I want to live.