Motherland of pearly stars
Beneath a heaven of shells
You unskin my voice
And all I am is rumor.

I am sure my words are lost out there
Pulsing sighs and digging pains
as the wing of a miracle
Rubs my chin and fades away.

I drink the milk of death.
I crave your breast
I miss the roundness of your nipples.

Motherland of bleeding moons,
The color of sadness dreams you.
The night is a mare that eludes you
Your cold lips are a broken map.

I drink the milk of death.
I crave your breast
I am a ghost.

You slip through my hands.