i call you

 ugh, you, – my incubus lover,

i'm surrounded by ugly souls

through their veins flows pus,

unfurling up a mephitic smell

their gazes suppurate dislike

while their smiles are putrid

thank god, my flower garden

reveals perfume and colors

and birds disperse their music,

and your imps chase 'em away

…

ugh, you, the word of my word,

sing to me... sing to my desires

embrace, embrace my dreams,

dreams credible and incredible

travel, travel in all my missives

chronicled to you by my future

there, joviality bears my name,

i'm the one who fulfills wishes

there, the light of each shadow

stimulates the shadow of light

…

 ugh, you, – my incubus lover,

word of my word, – i call you

you're hot, and the sand is burning under your heels

encrusted with bitter clams, encased in emerald

your shadow dressed in salt and burning like incense,

it caresses my chest and puts the warm hell inside

laughing, you were calling me, in the water to roll on the rafts,

so i brought you waves to sing to you in your ears

around us have been gathered little mermaids to help us

to fill our simple eyes with the lights and antique gold [x2]

i tasted from your breast even the hunger,

but i got over, making me thirsty

i drank pearls from you till my neck got leafed,

and i stripped you of the algae, letting the wine get drunk

with the whiteness of your skin and your happy laugh

look, white foams of steam are gazing at us, lurking from the water,

i wanna wrap you in snugs, i want together get cemented in rocks

i want to sink inside you and turn myself into the sea,

in a bottomless sea with nothing else but deep black eyes [x2]

you are hot, — burn like a pagan you are, burn inside me alike,

burn up as no fire or curse has ever burned in the world

two boats floating hand in hand in a last drift and

an old customs house where, as i call to god, i call you [x2]

as i call to god... i call you...

translation‧‧‧ ©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p'tit je ne sais quoi ‧ chic… à ma façon