THE EXPANSION OF THE TONGUE

The expansion of the tongue. My teeth are a pen For a wild herd. I can feel the wine wrestle with my blood shaking me with constant climaxes. Colourful flocks of reflections and colours broken mirrors and pictures so many lips and teeth whites of the eye and hands. I am glad that I used to love so many strangers. I do not know how many lives have passed which I dreamt through.

A BODY OF ME

A body of me lies on the bed and I babble to it: my mountain, my pet why are you like that and not different how do his touches stroke your body even after him. How do they dip into you, and what are you of all that and how much as you lie like that and why so different you body lying on the bed.

Translated by Ulvija Tanović

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