Will you be another set to press

Should I need to breathe in every line you preach 

and exhale for every kiss that will collapse my chest

Should I bleed or just speak

pressing our cheeks to make the tears become vowels

until we are nothing but unspeakable souls conversing unspeakable things

running around plates and finding home a safe place

I can hear the music of your anxiety 

and will I be the holy bastard singing you to peace

Because bells are waiting for melodies 

and melodies are falling to sleep

with sewed cases to show the dreams of human beings

to be the cattle with solid coats and a yellow nose 

and you are hanging on my cross and washing the face of a sinner

who is in love with the sound of owls, who hum their prey to bliss

and bliss is keeping me close to death

and death is pushing me to love

and love is tugging me to sweets

and sweets is surrounding me and you

and you know we will challenge the game

and give life a new name

I can be pride and you can be lust

and we will fall in love with sin