Iris de Morfina

The skin is ground
there is no shine, no one to cry
I remember the station in that bathroom
and it was unreal
From the spoon the bees fly
straight to the skull...
Morphine iris
Hands very still fall
heavily on the pants
On the tiles the reflection changes
for the emotion
And the droplets run down the face
and salt the skin...
Morphine iris
Eyes like emery
vomiting pure pleasure
Curves dizzying the air
Vertigo bristling it well
And the droplets wet pore and face
Salting skin
Morphine chest
Morphine chest
Morphine chest...