babylon-crashing:

Some are doggy-dogs in
leather collars

and fat anal beads, shaggy
tails sprouting

at the end. Some dabble in
spittle, spurs,

flirtation and the crop.
“By the pricking

of my thumbs/ something
wicked this way comes.”

Some love convulsions that
come with their vice.

Unpredictable bad love.
Some love drums

in jazz never hitting the
same note twice —

my hand on your ass
«thrash»
— Like Mingus’

maxim, “awesomely
simple.” It’s like this:

all this ends in ire.
You’re blessed with good sex,

money and time. I’m drunk,
rank and gorgeous.

Pull up your bloomers. Go
home. You’ll find your bliss

with some other sod — a
god dour, complex.

babylon-crashing:

Sou o preferido filho de Dionísio, deus da porra e vinho. Por causa de você, minha corpo é duro e molhado. Fique nu no meu quarto. Eu quero um escuro beijo. Sou o fruto da deusa do amor, Afrodita. Engula me, encontrar a tua fome, saciar a tua sede. Entre os dois sexos, sou o corpo de nossos divinos gula.

I’m the favorite son of Dionysus, god of wine and fucking. Because of you, my body is hard and wet. Stand naked in my room. I want a dark kiss. I am the fruit of the goddess of love, Aphrodite. Swallow me, find your hunger, quench your thirst. Between the sexes, I am the body of our divine gluttony.