One morning
When people open their blinds
They will be surprised by unexpected horrible feeling
(Walking in the shadow of another, that other walking in yours)
Rooting heavily over things
(Do we dilute ourselves because of that)
Giving the impression of awaiting
(Or do we, in the shadows, uphold the strength)
Birds will flutter around these parts
(Like a fundament carrying our bodies strong)
And peck at people with their beaks
And make them bleed
Sperm will flow slowly
(Pushing us forward, with a brutal force or a graceful touch, godlike)
Gently from their wounds
Sperm mingled with blood
(Keeping the waves from crushing us)
Warm and vitreous with little bubbles
(Can we retain honesty)
Their skin will start softening, coming off
(Can we retain loyalty)
They will frantically scratch their faces
And peel themselves like oranges
(For every second we grow further into each other)