As usual The door is secured With a muted click And a closing of the eyes Finally we face each other Bodies sterile for the rite Soon she folds me in With Coca-Cola eyes And the never-ending everywhere kiss She's always pure in love, in anger She's a poet although accidentally She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god Kissing god So alive Curled in her secret corner I drink the different tears And afterwards asleep Her breath a low whistle I listen long and breathe deep She's always pure in love, in anger She's a poet although accidentally She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god Kissing god Then harsh light invades We linger and linger 'Til our growling middles Force us to rise Like mischievous children We clean up our mess And we dress quickly Sneaking one last Gorgeous glimpse She's always pure in love, in anger She's a poet although accidentally She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god Kissing god