A short poem

[breathtest]

Stroll through park, alley, street,
corridor
halt at door
enter
don't wake baby








Lying on this bed
warm room
breeze coming through the window
cools my insides nicely
I rest my hands behind my head
and listen to the
soft voices rushing
through the gaps between
door and frame
scaly voices slither through my dreamy existence
Nothing important to declare







The surrounding images
of stone Gods and fake orgasms
subside into nothing
and you sit naked in the
centre of this universe
this spot of life
with nothing
with everything